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From where you stand
There’s no way to change it
No way to make it make sense
And it’s lonely there
There in the spotlight
Well, honey, don’t I understand
You need someone to love you
Need someone to hold you
Tonight
You need someone to love you
Need someone to tell you
That everything is alright
Someone to love you
Well, look at me
And try hard to hide it
Try hard to keep it all in
But I found you out
Discovered your secret
And, honey, it ain’t a sin
You need someone to love you
Need someone to hold you
Tonight
You need someone to love you
Need someone to tell you
That everything is alright
Someone to love you
It doesn’t have to be me
But you need someone to love you
Need someone to hold you
Tonight
I need someone to love you
I need someone to tell you
That everything is alright
Someone to love you
One year ago I was in love with a man whom I believed was the one. I believed that he loved me and I believed everything he said hook, line and sinker. It doesn’t matter much now that he probably never did and that he lied to me.
I had been listening to this album a lot a year ago and in my head I had made this song “our song”. I imagined that he was the “someone”. I imagined SO MANY things then.
I hear this song now, and since you all know I’m a sap, I won’t deny that I get choked up about it. But then I breathe for a minute and remember that everything that happened last year was a hazy fantasy. Everything was bathed in a soft light focus to blur the facts. Such ROMANCE! Such GREAT LOVE!
I don’t have a song with Nice Boy. The only dancing we’ve ever done was some very drunken white boy dancing (which I happened to MASSIVELY enjoy). There are so few words. So little talking.
One year ago all I had were words. Cleverly crafted and mellifluous. Chosen specifically to burrow into my heart and soul and then left suddenly to rot. SO MANY WORDS. I had thought it meant that we were more free. That he really must feel those things if he’s saying them. He didn’t.
The words I have now are conversations. Just conversations. Nothing grand or sweeping.
But if you look close you’ll see those conversations are occurring with intertwined fingers. You’ll see that after he makes a joke about me being a “weirdo” how I eat my corn he pulls my forehead to his lips and kisses it. And kisses my cheeks for good measure. That when we head home, simply saying “see you in a bit” he places his hands on both sides of my face to kiss me.
It all looks so small. It sounds small. It isn’t grand and sweeping and orchestral. But maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe life is small. Maybe life is the moments that a casual observer would brush aside. Maybe life is what only happens between two people.
The small moments that no one ever sees.
You speak the truth…after dealing with something that felt grand and sweeping myself, the quiet moments added up to perfection. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
I can’t even say how nice it is to hear that so many others find happiness in those little things. For a while, I thought it was just me…now I realize that, it’s the HAPPY people who feel that way.
Matt and I don’t have that one song. Just a multitude of moments, words, laughs, cries, and all those little things that you said go on between two people. Because that’s real.
Fab post cherie.
It’s real and I’m SO friggin happy I got here. For a while there I wasn’t sure I would.
the only time i’ve ever had A Song with a boy was when i had a BREAKUP song with a boy – as in, my heart was broken so a very sappy country song seemed to speak DIRECTLY TO MEEEE SOBBBBB. i still get kind of sad when i hear it, just remembering how sad *i* was at the time.
but anyway! i agree muchly. too much Grand Romance and Sweeping Gestures are sometimes needed to hide a lack of.. actual-ness. actualness is much better than Grand Romance.
Totally agreed! It’s amazing what you can hide when you’re gesturing wildly about how AMAZINGLY HAPPY you are. I’m figuring out that the happier you are, the less you need to say about it.
(Which means maybe I should shut my yapper on this blawg)
Yes. Just yes.
Thanks!! I’m glad you agree
Such a wonderful post, lady. Despite being a romantic, I believe, through and through, that the small things are really the big things, the very best things. Anyone can say something grand and fabulously clever and sweet. But, to me, it’s the simple actions at day’s end that count: a hand held, a forehead kissed, a genuine laugh shared, a moment of contented silence in the company of someone you trust and care about.
I am so happy you have these things now, my friend. So very, very happy for you.