As a disclaimer, let me first say I am not hard to please. In fact, I am predisposed to liking most things including crappy movies, TV shows that stay on the air for a week, food that looks as if it has already been digested. I still laugh at every episode of Saturday Night Live. Most of the time, it is hard to find the downside. I like that.
There are things I love as well, but normally, they are not things at all. I love a day spent entirely outside, a warm welcome, a face-to-face conversation about what matters, an hour playing with my dogs, a walk through the walnut trees and rows of corn, a meal made by myself, a cup of tea when my throat is sandpaper. Last night, however, was different; It was better.
With two stalls in the women's bathroom, broken light bulbs, and a base drum three inches from my nose, last night made me feel more than this "like" or this "love." The auditorium was filled with sound, laughter, screaming (the good kind), proximity to life. It was filled with real music composed of lyrics encouraging things other than teenage drinking or having sex with a really hot girl (classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool). It was filled with new faces, strangers who had traveled miles to be there for the big parade. I looked to the beautiful blonde and blue-eyed girl standing next to me and up at the band. I saw them all filled with life, with passion, with the glow of a bright future- all destined for greatness. I looked at them and felt full, a feeling stronger and more holistic than "like" or "love." Last night, there was nothing more I needed, nothing more I wanted. I was full of light.
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. You are so talented an brought me to tears. I know you just said not to love "things", but I really really love you
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