I loved this song when I first heard it in 2009. I thought it was beautiful and sad and sweet.
It wasn’t until I was leaving Mississippi back in early 2011 to go back to Los Angeles, leaving behind the man I loved, not entirely sure when he would be able to come out and follow me. (It took longer than either of us thought; I left in early February, and he wasn’t able to move out here until the end of August).
We have been together in L.A for almost a year now, and been in a relationship for almost 2. A lot has changed in our relationship, we have faced a lot of hardships, and I’ve personally made some mis-steps that have affected us both. We have fought, he’s been homesick, and his first year on the west coast hasn’t been an easy one.
But he’s still here. Whenever I express concerns about whether he still loves me as much as he used to, that’s what he reminds me of. ”Allison, I could leave anytime I wanted and go back home. I have a place to go, I would have a job waiting for me, there are even people who would send me money for gas. If I didn’t still love you and think you were worth all of this, I’d be long gone.” Actions do speak louder than words, and as I get older I’m realizing that I should be paying more attention to them.
But every time I hear this song, (which appropriately came on my iPod right as I was getting onto the interstate) I think about pulling away from that house in Long Beach, MS, dog hair still on my clothes from hugging our pup as hard as I could, and looking in my rearview mirror at the red-eyed, red-haired man standing in the driveway, crying myself, and marveling that someone could love me that much.
I have to disagree with this article. If you have a nicely streamlined email service (gmail, for example), I think it’s perfectly alright to use it as storage. I still clean it out pretty regularly (newsletters, expired offers, etc). But it’s so easy and efficient to just run a search with a name or a word that will lead you to directly where you need to be.
Plus, a lot of the time, I don’t realize I DO need to refer back to an old email until months after the fact, and then I’m happy I didn’t get rid of it in a fit of cleaning.