The Luckiest

Hi there,

Me again. I know I just wrote earlier today, but I thought of something else that I love about my job and I wanted to share it with you. Ok, so going along with the story I told about the man and his wife in the last entry... I thought of something. Ben Folds sings this song called "The Luckiest". It's not new, so I'm sure most of you have heard of it. Ben Folds sings a verse that that, to me, best expresses how real love is. I don't mean "real love" as opposed to "fake love"... because, in my opinion, 'fake love' isn't love at all. I mean how REAL love is. How it overtakes you. How it takes your breath from your chest and knocks you to your knees. That's Real. As I was driving home from Target, I heard "The Luckiest" and this verse really brought it all home for me:

‘Next door, there’s an old man, who lived to his nineties and one day, passed away in his sleep, well his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.’

I think that pretty much says it all. Love isn't just something that makes butterflies in your stomach or something that makes you dot your eyes with little hearts. True love is real... real enough to need each other in this crazy life and beyond. Real, I can’t live without you, breath-catching, word-forgetting, save the last dance for me kind of love is something special. Something that when you get a chance to witness, you'll never forget and something I can only pray is a part of my life someday, as well.

Goodnight,
Tempa