Jane had just walked in the door of her apartment when she felt her phone vibrate inside her bag. A text message.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“It isn’t him,” she said out loud to the empty living room, rolling her eyes. Ten days had already gone by since her little reunion with Adam. The text she’d sent him after he left had been met with nothing but silence. What else should she have expected, really? He was just giving her what she’d asked for. “Better if we’re not in touch.”

Still, in her heart of hearts, it hurt that he hadn’t even bothered to reply. She meant so little to him. Just a fling – that’s all she was – one out of hundreds. What was one girl more or less, to him? She’d made the right decision breaking things off when she did. Now she just had to stop feeling this delusional pang of hope every time she got a text.

She reached into her bag and fished out her phone. The message was from Marcy:

“Did u see the tweet?”

Tweet? She groaned. She was too old for this twitter business. How was Marcy able to keep up with all of it? Here, another text:

“Check ur email.”

Jane smiled. Marcy knew her too well. Email, Jane could handle. She opened her laptop and logged into her account. The email from Marcy contained only a link, bringing her to a twitter page:

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Adam Levine

@AdamLevine

Songs about Jane... how many was I supposed to write?

http://bit.ly/14nNdY8

Reply     Retweet     Favorite     More

6:42 AM – 04 June 2012

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Jane squinted at it, trying to decipher what it meant. Marcy was forwarding her a tweet from Adam’s twitter account? Sent early this morning? Why? There was a link to some other page. She clicked on it, and it opened up a playlist.

Songs about Jane (32 songs, 2.1 hours)                                             

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Name (Time) - Album

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1.      Harder to Breathe (2:54) - Songs About Jane                   

2.      This Love (3:26) - Songs About Jane                               

3.      Shiver (3:00) - Songs About Jane                         

4.      She Will Be Loved (4:17) - Songs About Jane                              

5.      Tangled (3:18) - Songs About Jane                       

6.      The Sun (4:12) - Songs About Jane                      

7.      Must Get Out (3:59) - Songs About Jane              

8.      Sunday Morning (4:05) - Songs About Jane                     

9.      Secret (4:55) - Songs About Jane              

10.  Through With You (3:02) - Songs About Jane                  

11.  Not Coming Home (4:21) - Songs About Jane                  

12.  Sweetest Goodbye (4:31) - Songs About Jane

13.  Story (4:29) – B-Side Collection

14.  Miss You Love You (3:10) – B-Side Collection    

15.  Until You’re Over Me (3:15) – B-Side Collection

16.  Losing My Mind (3:20) – B-Side Collection

17.  Makes Me Wonder (3:31) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

18.  Little of Your Time (2:17) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

19.  Won’t Go Home Without You (3:51) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

20.  Nothing Lasts Forever (3:08) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

21.  Can’t Stop (2:33) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

22.  Goodnight Goodnight (4:03) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

23.  Not Falling Apart (4:04) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

24.  Better That We Break (3:06) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

25.  Back at Your Door (3:47) - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long

26.  Misery (3:36) - Hands All Over                

27.  Don’t Know Nothing (3:19) - Hands All Over                  

28.  I Can’t Lie (3:31) - Hands All Over                                              

29.  Hands All Over (3:13) - Hands All Over               

30.  How (3:37) - Hands All Over                    

31.  Get Back in My Life (3:38) - Hands All Over       

32.  Payphone [Explicit] (3:52) - Payphone     

She ran her eyes down the list. It started off with all 12 tracks from Songs About Jane of course, followed by most of the early B-sides. But then there were more than half the songs from the second and third albums. Songs that had been released as recently as a couple years ago. And that last one, track 32 – she hadn’t seen that one before. But that was impossible. She knew his work backward and forward. It must be even more recent, she realized with a gasp. There’d been rumors that the lead single from the upcoming fourth album was already complete – due to be released sometime this spring. Is that what this was?  

What did it mean? She read the tweet again. “Songs about Jane… how many was I supposed to write?”

She understood at last what she’d known on some level all along. All of these songs across the years – she had always had the feeling that he was talking to her. She’d convinced herself that it wasn’t true, that it was a fantasy, that they’d been written for whoever his latest girlfriend was at the time. But it all made sense now. There had been so many lines that seemed to speak to her directly, and now he was acknowledging it. They had all been for her. They were all songs about Jane. She wasn’t just the first in a long string of breakups. She was the one who’d stayed on his mind all this time.

“Oh, Adam,” she sighed, reading down the track list again. It took her breath away. It was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen.

Eagerly, she clicked on the new song, Payphone, and closed her eyes as she let the lyrics wash over her for the first time:

I’m at a payphone trying to call home.

All of my change, I spent on you.

Where have the times gone?

Baby, it’s all wrong.

Where are the plans we made for two?

Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember

The people we used to be…

Of course it was about her, Jane thought with a smile. It was all so obvious now. How could she have doubted before?

I’ve wasted my nights

You turned out the lights

Now I’m paralyzed

Still stuck in that time…

Classic Adam, she thought, as the song continued. The tune was pure pop, his voice floating into a high falsetto on the chorus, but the words were just so dark. It was getting hard to listen.

If happy ever afters did exist,

I would still be holding you like this.

All those fairy tales are full of shit.

One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick.

Jane closed the laptop, bringing the song to an abrupt stop, unable to listen any further. No, this song wasn’t classic Adam. This song was different from the others. The catchy melody didn’t fool her. Other songs may have been angry or hurt, but she’d never heard the pure, unadulterated bitterness in his voice that she heard in those last two lines.

She felt sick to her stomach. There was a reason he ended the playlist with this new one. That was the real message, she realized.  This playlist – it was his way of saying he was finally done with her. Maybe he had been thinking of her all these years, but she’d gone and pissed him off one too many times. Her text message was the last straw. Now he was telling her, in highly public fashion, that there wouldn’t be any more songs about Jane. “One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick.”

Over twitter. She couldn’t believe he would do it over twitter.

“Well fuck you too, Adam.”

She buried her head in her hands. How could she have allowed herself to get sucked in again? How could she have given him the power to affect her like this? She wiped angrily at the tears in her eyes.

No, she wouldn’t allow herself to wallow. At least she had ended it first. At least she still had her pride.

She stood and grabbed an empty trash bag from under the kitchen sink. She needed to get him out of her life for real, once and for all. This obsession had been going on for far too long. She started filling the bag with all the old magazines, the video tapes, the CDs. She had to rid her apartment of every trace of him. No storage locker in the basement this time. She was throwing it all in the dumpster. It was time.

A knock at the door interrupted her. Jane glanced at the clock: 7:45 PM. She hadn’t expected the Chinese delivery guy to get here that fast.

She swung the door open and nearly fell over at what she saw.

So much for purging her apartment of every trace. There he stood, framed in her doorway – Adam Levine in the flesh.

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