I am in love, and have been for a long time. Let’s see, I have known her since I was a wee lad, entering the world full force, wearing nothing but my limited edition birthday suit. I love her for many reasons; she is always there for me; I can easily share her energy with my friends and family; and we can communicate with each other on a higher level than anyone else.
She can embrace my mood; if I am thrilled after winning a basketball game, she takes me to ecstasy. She can change my mood; if I am angry, she tells me of a time when she was angry, like when her Dad left her, and she diffuses my anger.
Even more than being alone with her, (which are some of our most special and magical moments), I like to share her with the world and my friends. I bring her with me whenever I go; whether it’s to the seas, air, or on land, Australia, Antarctica, or Africa. Every memorable time I can think of, she was there with me, in one way or another, either by her presence, or by someone talking about or imitating her.
Best part is that everyone likes her; everyone can find something about her that they enjoy and can also relate to, which is golden in social and group bonding situations. Sometimes when I meet new people they help bring out a side of her that I’ve never seen before; further helping me explore and learn about life’s great mysteries, myself, or about her. Most of the time, I appreciate the new side; however sometimes I reject it, like the phase she went through when she talked about death a lot and seemed to always be screaming, I hope that side of her never returns. But again, it’s all about balance, so there is a time and place for everything. Because she has contributed to the vast amount of time I spend smiling, laughing, and feeling bliss.
Whether she means to or not, she made my “firsts” as a teenager special. When I got my drivers license (which I had been looking forward to for as long as I could remember), I knew I wanted to share that experience with her. I wanted her to be there, but even more, I wanted to show her off. Me, my Car, and my Love. The first day I drove, windows down, she was there, attracting attention at every red light.
I love her voice; it can be so powerful. Sometimes when she speaks, I am captivated, hanging on her every word. Sometimes she says things that really stir me up emotionally. No lie, she has even made me cry a couple times. The effect of her voice is something that I also have experienced with friends. We will be in my car and she will join our conversation, and we will all fall silent, sometimes for 15 minutes, equivalent to lifetime for five boys on a road trip.
Mostly she says meaningful things with powerful messages. However, sometimes she just talks to talk, complete babble. Even then, it is not what she is saying, but about how she says it that leaves me in awe. Those are times when her words are not important, just the rhythm of her speech and the positive energy she is sharing. Sometimes I like to hear her repeat her best or most powerful messages over and over again.
She does a lot for me; she even has helped me connect more with my parents because they like her too. I took my mother out for her birthday this past year, I obviously felt as if my true love (besides my mama) should join us, and you’ll never guess what happened. One of the greatest mother/son nights ever! Aaaand we finally kicked out that elephant that had been lurking in the room since I was 17, which was the “awkward” barrier of smoking and parents; a monumental day for a 20 something year old, if you were unaware of its significance. However, my parents do not like me spending too much time with her, unless they can be there with us, which is sometimes enjoyable. But hey, sometimes you just have to be alone.
Listening to her is nice but the best thing about her is seeing her live and in person. It is an incredible experience. When I was in Barcelona, I felt oddly out of my element in several circumstances; she was coming out of my computer more and more, out of my phone too, which racked up quite the tab. But finally I got to see her, and it had been way too long. I could feel her entering my body, beaming into my soul, giving me energy that I had been longing for; taking me on a one-way trip to cloud 9.
I am crazy in love, and I can’t help it. I love Music.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!