Love Story
So I saw this music video from Train’s Marry Me and there were couples wearing their wedding rings. One woman stood out with her barbed wire ring, well, it could very well be her own interest, but what I thought was that the man made the ring for her. And I wanted that. Something that someone who loves me made with his own hands. Something filled with their feelings and thoughts of me. It doesn’t have to be a ring. If you’re a baker, then bake me something. If you’re a musician, then play me some music. If you’re a composer, write me a song. If you’re a poet, write a poem for me. If you’re a sculptor, sculpt me something. If you’re a painter, paint your heart out for me. If you’re an accountant, help me with my tax. Haha. You need not go through the eye of a needle; or go to the moon and back; or get me the stars and shit. you just have to be you. And love me. And I’d know. Whether the bread will be a little burnt, or your music is lousy, or your lyrics fail, I will love it. Like I love you. Well, something like that.