Let's lighten things up a bit shall we Mr.…

Shim.

Right. Mr. Shim, let's go back to the senses. We are doing this to make sure we clean all the peripheral senses from memories. We are done with the sight, smell, taste… now hearing. What sounds remind you of Summer? A specific song perhaps?

If I would have to enumerate all the songs that remind me of her, you would probably have to erase all the love songs that I have ever heard in my lifetime.

It is like that when you are heart broken. All the sad songs seem to tell your story; all the sweet ones remind you of how it used to be. God, that sounded sappy especially in pretentious second person, but it’s true.

You hit the forward button in your music player ten times to shut Adele up about how'we could have had it all', only to hear her lamenting in the next song that'sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead'.

You realize then that you can play any of her songs at random and it would make a good background song for a suicide if not a horrific act of murder. Still wondering how she defies physics by setting fire to the rain, you break the seven dollar record into two and decide that you’d rather listen to bubblegum pop songs marketed to girls aged nine to fourteen, than hear this British whine about her failed relationship three years ago when there is a Korean bastard right here, right now, whose proverbial heartbreak is still as fresh as ripe tomatoes in your mom’s garden―supposing your mom has a green thumb, unlike mine who has a talent for accumulating weeds in her little orchard.

In hopes that local radio would be kinder, you search for a station that plays heavily synthesized songs, but instead what you hear is a member of Beast rapping while ALi tells you not to lose your cool after a breakup.

Even if your heart breaks, don’t cry

Even if you want to die, don’t die

If she wants to go, then let her go

Even if you want to hold, don’t

It was actually a sound advice, you know? But you can’t really expect a brokenhearted man to take any unsolicited advice no matter how sound it is. Why? Because advice! That’s why. Advice and support groups are good just like binge eating. They comfort and help women forget sorrows. But for men, you do know―I suppose since you are a man yourself― that it’s the total opposite. Sometimes we just need peace and quiet, to be just left the hell alone, while we sort our o