| My Immortal Summer 2004 He clasps my hands and as he looks into my eyes, he very earnestly tells me how much the song I'm about to hear means to him. We're sitting on the living room couch, and I am not yet comfortable in this place; I am still skittish and wary, as if at any moment I will discover something that will bring me too much pain. He tells me he stumbled across the song during a search for new music. Skipping through the CD, the melancholy melody of the piano's first notes caught his attention. But what got him were the lyrics. His voice begins to tremble as he tells me how the tears started to flow as he heard the words, as images of me began to crowd his head, feeling, in the end, that the song was a perfect description of his feelings about himself, about me and about us. "It affected me so deeply, it hurt," he says, "but I would still listen to it over and over again." He then reaches over and hits "play." By the end of the first verse, the knot in my throat is so huge I can't swallow, and my eyes are completely filled with tears. For the remainder of the song, we hold hands tightly, and in those four minutes, we communicate more than we have in many, many months. |
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| Image copyright DC Comics 1979 |