I Always Knew I Deserved Better, But Now I'm Finally Starting To Believe It

When I was a kid I had this record that I'd play over and over again. No, NOT the soundtrack to Flash Dance, although that was amazing and my sister and I would play that one repeatedly as well. (What can I say, we're nerds.) It was Abbey Road by the Beatles and my favorite song on that Album was "Here Comes the Sun". My dad would sing that song a lot and it was comforting. One day I went to play the record only to discover that it was scratched. The record was ruined and the song would never be the same for me again, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to actually get rid of it. Every once in a while I would hold my breath and take the record off the shelf and attempt to play it, hoping that the scratch would have some how disappeared. The scratch was always still there, and I was always disappointed. Why didn't I just get rid of it and buy a new one? I guess I never threw it away because it had sentimental value. It held such promise and the idea of it actually working gave me hope, but ultimately it let me down. I haven't thrown it away, I don't think I ever could, but I am done trying to play it. I've moved on. I'm not counting on the failed promises of that old broken record.