This Song

This song always makes me think about him... The good times, like when we took a trip and rode down to the jazz festival together. I'm reminded of when we laid out on a blanket in the middle of the park by my house. Sure I was mad at him for some reason, but he was there. He was always there. I remember the times when he raced down the freeway after work for two or three whole weeks just to be with me. Just to sit with me in my studio. I also remember when I took him to see his first opera. Neither one of us liked the performance, but we were happy to be together. I can remember how it felt to step into our frequented spot as the mister and mrs. No we weren't married but we were "the couple" and everyone knew it. Everyone always knew what it was. I especially remember watching him with his boys during a fly, summer's day, rooftop party in the heart of downtown LA and thinking "oh my goodness, I love that man." The day that I watched him like that was the day he asked for my hand in marriage.

When I listen to this song, I remember all of the good times we had together. All of the laughter and dime a dozen private moments we shared. When our eyes used to lock and everything else blurred. When we had one of those conversations that made my heart swell and yearn to love him more. When I hear this song, I remember what it feels like to love and to be loved. Yep. I reminisce inside the melody and notes of this song. This song...