Maybe it's my own macabre sense of humor, but I found it beyond ironic that my opening post pretty much said, "Yeah, there's this particular song that causes me an immense amount of pain..."
And you bounce right in and nonchalantly ask, "Oh, what was it?!" almost gleefully.
Makes me wonder what questions you ask at funerals.
It's funny how much our emotional pain gets attached to things in pop culture. I've been even more melancholy than usual, as a movie came out a little while ago (you're probably going to ask me what it was -- The Crow) that my ex and I also had a very deep history with.
The soundtrack and even just the score was very popular, so music from the movie also causes my heart to feel shredded. Seeing thumbnails for the new movie all over YouTube when it first came out definitely had me in a deep depression for a while.
My ex looked a LOT like Brandon Lee (he used to get a lot of comments about that) and had occasionally dressed as The Crow -- I'm the one who painted his face. I was especially flattered when someone with an art background at the college we worked for told me I'd done a great job, since, being broke college students, all I had to work with was a pale foundation and black eye pencil.
People would get FREAKED OUT as to how much he looked like the movie character when all done up and dressed completely in black, and it was kind of a private joke between us. We would just glance at each other and smile, and he would nod his head as if to say, "Great work, babe."
My two biggest fears when he left were 1. that I'd always be alone; and that 2. I'd never find anyone like him. (I was young when I met him and he was an artistic, very deep thinker who had gone through the same kind of bullying I had in my life, causing me to form a very deep attachment to him -- that has apparently never left.)
So far, both of those things have come true and it looks like it's never going to change.
Yes, I know.
God is our Rock and our Comfort.
But it certainly doesn't erase all the pain.