As a young girl nearing high school graduation I remember singing this song, sure that some day some wonderful man would feel this way about me.
Forty plus years have gone by and I’m left perplexed. Does this even happen? Sincerely? Or are they all actually only thinking about what they can gain from being with you … sex, wages, driver, cooked food, clean laundry, a punching bag, legal slave …
I’ve just about determined this world is screwed, that the human DNA had a fail safe, an internal switch that went off at a given time where people just start imploding. The person, the family unit, the city or town, the country … all (seemingly) going straight to hell.
It’s difficult to have faith in true love after so much time and so many examples (some personal, others not) of its non-existence.
I have a book that is about a subject which fascinates me and my curiosity about it (need to know) caused me to purchase it for $70. It sits on my end table as a reminder… read me … yet all I seem to want to do currently is sit back and listen to love songs. I especially love the men when they sing of love in their hearts, the love they rarely let show in a healthy manner.
Well, I suppose there will come a day the book opens, or a movie gets played … until then I’ll continue trying to remember my belief in love.