Tonight? Tonight I remember Ripples. The first time it was played and before it even had a name. I remember sitting as far away on the couch as I possible could from you because I couldnât possibly lay in your lap like I wanted. I remember your nervous breathing. I remember what it felt like to close my eyes and hear August singing each note. (She hadnât been named yet either...)
I felt it. The crisp cool summer grass along the mountainside. The earthy scent of the dirt beneath my fingertips. The wisps of pure white clouds drifting gently across the brightest blue sky. The freedom and purity of being sprawled out against the horizon - drunk on pure sweet golden happiness. Thatâs what Ripples sounds like to me...
Do you remember the lightbulbs that hipster band had at the show? The old school throwback crystal clear coil bulbs?
Those... those werenât the only lightbulbs that went off that night. One went off for me. In my head. In my second thinker as well. The one behind my ribs.
âThis is it. This one. This idea. This person. Is a good one.â
It wasnât time though... and I would say that I hated that I had to keep you waiting more than you already had been all these long years but... but it would be a lie because honestly I wouldnât change a single thing. Not one.
All this time, Jeff, you thought you wrote Ripples to show me how much you loved me- but thatâs not it...
Jeff... you unknowingly wrote me Ripples instead... to show me how much I loved you...
Thank you. Forever. And always. Thank you.
