So, here’s the story of how I really became a hootowl:
I fell in love with this wonderful woman who loved Adam Young’s music and just so I could relate to her, I tried to listen to all of Adam’s songs. Every single one. And, I loved his music, but not as much as I loved her. She was my Shy Violet, she made my stormy skies beautiful. I sang her to sleep and Honey and the Bee became our song. But… then we grew apart. Her mom doesn’t really like me, so she broke up with me a month before our anniversary and my birthday.
I still have her picture, right beside my framed albums signed by Adam, in my study desk. It still means a whole lot to me, though, I wish I could turn back time and just re-live those days when I still sang to her every time she called. Or the times she sang back and we talked about Adam’s music and we both told each other our sweet dreams.
Only whispers can tell,
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well,
I’ll see you around,
Our dear ocean town,
The frozen days, We set a blaze,
Send me drifting away,
Like a butterfly, You floated by,
And now You’re alone I wish I knew when,
I’ll be back again,
So until then I wish you well,
My dear Brielle.
Three days from my birthday. I still feel so alone.