“Speak softly and carry a big stick.”
Sometimes in the heat of the moment I yell. It’s as though I think the louder I say how I feel, the more my “opponent” will understand. In past experiences this hasn’t proved effective. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart. You see, I like to talk about how I feel. I need to talk about how I feel. I’m not one of those silent mopers. If I’m upset, I want you to know. Not in a passive aggressive way; in a let’s sit down and talk kind of way.
In my musical life, so to speak, I enjoy a more subtle approach. Quiet, heartfelt words speak to me louder than someone screaming I LOVE YOU at the top of his lungs. This song sneaks up on you as only true quirk can. It’s softly beautiful and slowly draws you in. It’s like a crush that creeps up on you out of nowhere. Suddenly you find yourself looking at someone you’ve known for days/months/years and thinking you?
They say once you meet your special someone your life is suddenly different; brand new. As this hasn’t happened to me yet, I can only chose to believe this to be true. Too bad I can’t carry even the slightest of a tune or I would be singing this song on that day, whenever it may be.