i’ve been thinking about all those little moments that Lisa and i have shared together. you know, all those little moments.
the one that most sticks out right now, being very recent and all, but nonetheless very touching and sweet, is sitting on the sofa, holding each other, and partaking in Ringo’s pain whilst watching the Beatles’ Anthology, final disk, “The Long and Winding Road” segment, from those legendary Let It Be sessions.
“poor Ringo!”
we were laughing at the silliness of it all (30 years later; easy to do, y’know?), yet probably both of us just kind of welling up at the sight of poor, poor, devastated Ringo, and thinking that that really was very much towards the very final utter end of this massively great, wonderful band that we both had loved so very much.
and how she cleverly pointed out that that song was really about the breakup of the Beatles themselves, and not some fictional girl Paul had made up.
i get more in love with her every single moment. i think that this may very well be the proverbial “It” for me.
ok, i lied. i don’t actually think that this “may very well be” It. i am damned convinced of it, to tell the truth.
…
it’s the way she sparkles.
