On repeat: Ed Sheeran's Perfect. Not because I'm such a sucker for everything Ed Sheeran, which I am, but because my friends and I are planning a bridal shower for another friend and the surprise involves this song.
After an entire day of alternately humming the song under my breath and belting it out like crazy while driving, I found that the beautiful melody is reminiscent of a 70s love song and transports you to a time when there's no such thing as "it's complicated". Such a time existed, right? When people said what they meant, no sugar-coating, no beating around the bush, no empty promises? When declarations of affection were bold and fearless? When love meant "till death do us part"? And when engagement rings and wedding bands were more than just blings?
It projects happy images of childhood when dancing barefoot on the grass was the norm instead of the exception. When the dark brought joy, because it meant stories around a campfire or singing with the moon and the stars in attendance, instead of inconvenience. When looking like a mess ushered in happy thoughts of running, climbing, and frolicking all day under a hot summer sun. And when rain was never wished away.
It conjures a future of dreams fulfilled, beating the odds, and spending lazy weekends listening to favorite songs. It inspires you to picture wrinkled hands clasped together, heads of silver and white leaning against each other, and stooped shoulders touching. A satisfying conclusion to a story that started with finding and being found. Perfect.
(Okey, now let me go back to planning this wedding shower.)
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