Which is why I was shocked by how I reacted when this oldie unexpectedly sailed through my headphones.
"Darling, after all, I will be the one to hold you in my arms ..."
I loved him.
I don't like to remember that part. It complicates it. It's like paper clips. When I think of him, I want one emotion -- relief. When I pick up a paper clip, I want one paper clip.
Occasionally the paper clips are magnetized and I reach for one but get two. Occasionally when I think of him I get two emotions -- relief mixed with regret.
But hearing Al Jarreau, it's like I reached for one paper clip and got a whole chain. Regret, relief, joy and love.
It's too many paper clips. It's too much. I don't want this.