Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together...

To me, Simon & Garfunkel's song "America" has always been a bittersweet, meloncholy anthem to love and lost love; of self discovery and loss. Of course, I'd heard it a few times growing up, but the moment it planted itself firmly in my memory as really significant haunts me everytime I hear it. In my mind, I go back years...many many years...and think of a rainy day in a second floor apartment on the corner of two busy streets. This apartment was the source of many unforgettable memories and a handful of those I wish I could forget. Many nights were spent wasting hours enjoying music (alone or with company), relaxed in bed while the chirp and whistle of the cross walk signal chimed in the background. This particular day, my window was open, it was raining, and we had S&Gs greatest hits playing while we listened to tires and feet cross over puddles and wet pavement outside. We were lost in the music, lost in thought, perpetually lost in foolish lust in a costume of love. It was certainly only a moment as time would tell. Memories always seem so much more romantic when set to the right music. Rain didn't hurt, either. I'm so happy with my life now. I'd never say my life is perfect. It's ever changing and I'm ever changing with it. I'm always trying to make the right choices to ensure that I enjoy every moment of it. I'm thankful I had the chance to cross paths with some of those who have fallen off my radar long ago. Without those moments and those I (perhaps foolishly) shared them with, I wouldn't be the whole me that I am today.