Nobody knows this about me, but a few years ago i was madly in love and wanted to propose to this girl i was seeing, i should've chose a better place because literally as soon as i was about to ask her someone i worked with called joseph barged in out of nowhere, tripped over and smashed a glass table with his face. this obviously stopped what was about to happen.
now, i didn't know joseph very well, i couldn't even tell you where he was from before i knew him, but i'll just say i postponed my plan to make sure he was ok because it's a horrible thing to go through.
joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye and had to wear one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. then suddenly, he disappeared, along with the girl i was seeing.
later i found out that they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and left together, left me behind without as much as a note. i tried to track them down but never could, i was heartbroken.
but the message i want to get across from sharing this experience is, if it hadn't been for cotton eye joe, i'd have been married a long time ago. where did you come from, where did you go? where did you come from, cotton eye joe?