This song kills me. In good and heart break-y ways. It’s funny how, now that I am sober (getting under my skin sober) that I find the meanings in sad love songs could be about me and my divorce from alcohol. The longing, the aching. The solid sense of hope that rises each and every time when I think of what I’ve had and had to let go. The tears that come that look like sad but are really such a welling of gratitude and belief that I have got to cry just to feel it be there. Because it feels so damn good to have it there.
Because it makes me feel so real.
Life is good.