Truly, Madly, Deeply

Truly, Madly, Deeply

There was this one song I heard, when I was twelve.

The minute I heard that song, on the radio no less, something just clicked inside me. And I fell in love with love. A twelve year old has no idea what love is, really. But all I knew was that love is something that I’ll be able to define with someone, some day.

I heard it that one time, and by some bizarre fluke, again the next day. I was too glassy eyed to have the presence of mind to catch the name, so I couldn’t find it. And I lost my love song.

Till I found it, in high school. Bought every album the band made, bought their solo albums when they split up. Not many people have heard of them, strangely enough. But that song has been on every music player I’ve owned till now, from my Walkman to my iPod. It always sat there, waiting patiently, for the days when I needed a reminder that I could have love too, some day.

Till the other day when I was sitting at the bar with him, and it started playing overhead. Smack bang between random heavy metal songs, there was this one single, sweet serenade, that seemed to be singing straight to me. And I just held his hand, and sat there with fireworks going off inside my head and my heart melting with the words, because it was true. It was finally true and it’s finally, finally true.

I’ve actually found someone who completes what my every definition of love has been. I didn’t need a song playing while he squirmed and made faces at me to tell me that, but god damn, what a confirmation. And I don’t care if we do the crab walk down the aisle ten years from now, twenty years from now, or never at all. I just know what I know.

Truly, madly, deeply. I love you.