I Can’t Listen to Luke Combs Anymore
It’s sad, really, that the lyrics that used to make me smile are the ones that fester a deep pain so far in my soul that it’s like a hot iron against naked skin. Luke Combs is still the best, but the problem is, he reminds me of you.
His voice reminds me of the time we quizzed each other so much about our pasts that we couldn’t stop laughing at the absurdity of the relationships we had before there was us.
When I hear the name Luke now, I see us sitting on your couch, clinging to each other as if the outside world didn’t exist. It’s your hand on my knee and my palm pressed against your thigh, wondering how in the hell we got this lucky to find each other.
There’s a moment before Love You Anyway kicks into the first verse that I temporarily forget that I don’t get to love you anymore. As each chord strums, it’s like a timeline of our love story, played out in melodies and lyrics that were once our anthems. These songs are woven so intricately into the fabric of our relationship, now unraveling threads of memories I struggle to hold onto and let go of.
