The more abd more I scroll through my dash and see reblogs of things from 2011-13 the more I realize I have frozen Bruno in this time and hope and pray that I’ll see that Bruno Mars again one day. But, I don’t think I’ll see that Bruno again. The one that sings covers of Nirvana and Katy Perry and Jade up songs about peanut butter and mosquitos. The one that wears jeans and a t-shirt. What I’m getting is this figment of a person that just sings and smiles and repeats the same four lines in a mass of international interviews. And I think it’s time for me to move on. That image is long gone and I’m almost done with the bargaining stage of grief and almost to the acceptance phase. And it’s sad. 😪😪😪😪
I miss the “old” Bruno too.