September 23, 2016 - Letter 36
A few days ago, I got to see a screening of a concert Sam Smith did for BBC Radio. It was a quiet evening, and my younger sister was watching TV with me, which is a rare occurrence lately because she’s always busy with schoolwork. It was only an hour long, but he was so mesmerizing and entertaining that time went by quicker than we wanted it to.
Anyway, towards the end of the concert he sang a song I’d never heard before. He started off by explaining why he’d written it, and for whom, and what he’s hope was when he wrote it. And then he started to sing.
This song encompasses everything I feel when it comes to you. It’s what I’ve been trying to say all these weeks, what I hope I’d be letting you know. And if I haven’t been so direct, or if things have gotten lost in interpretation, then I guess I’ll let Sam Smith do all the taking for me this week.
This is Make It To Me, and even if you’ve already heard it, this is my gift to you.
With a thought I'd hope you'll see
Can't see where it's wandered to
But I know where it wants to be
I'm waiting patiently though time is moving slow
I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that
You're the one designed for me
A distant stranger that I will complete
I know you're out there, we're meant to be
So keep your head up and make it to me
So sick of this lonely air
It seems such a waste of breath
So much that I need to share
So much to get off my chest
I'm waiting patiently though time is moving slow
I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that
You're the one designed for me
A distant stranger that I will complete
I know you're out there, we're meant to be
So keep your head up and make it to me
If you’re reading this, know that I love you. Know that there is no version of this story where I do not. It is, quite frankly, an impossibility.