This song, like your life, is a glorious mess.
Wrote the first half in December 2000. Young, ignorant of love and responsibility.
Wrote the last part in December 2010. One eye looking towards New York and the future. A decade of experience with the small and unceasing lessons love gives.
You say you don't know what love is now because love, by its nature, is a mystery. How it emerges from nothingness, how it is nurtured. How one-sided and crouched and clandestine the darker parts of it can be.
One lesson that sticks: Love is saying you love someone and for them to know just exactly what level of significance that word espouses.
