My addiction to sad love songs with melancholy melodies will be the end of me. Since Monday, I've had different lyrics run though my head: They don't love you like I love you. You know I love you so. And I will love you over. Yada yada yada. I know I'm a sap but not to this degree. I blame my recent trip to Santa Fe for instilling this hyper-interest. But then again, I've always been a sucker for sad love songs that this renewed spark shouldn't be a surprise.

(see italized: O, Chris and Dylan.)