We exchange the youngest child for a weekend with you, and when I get out of the car you walk towards me and my heart goes into my throat and I feel that familiar rush of love...then I see your wife paces behind, and she greets me, and you are still walking towards me and smiling and I cannot for the life of me understand why
why you walked completely off the curb and got so close to me that I could smell your cologne
and I am grateful for sunglasses, so very grateful for the sunglasses I am wearing, and that you are wearing, for if I were to look at your eyes with my naked eyes you would know
and probably see some tears
as they are welling in my eyes even now just thinking of it.
Damn you for not letting me move on. Damn you for still holding my heart in your hand. Damn my heart for not letting me be free.
and although I absolutely do not think Jewel is all that great, this song has been running in my head all weekend, and it's letting all my emotions out.
so, damn you too, Jewel.
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