To me, you are traditional Irish music. Happy and silly, and a bit all over the place, but makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, and most of the time you’re not talking about anything that really matters, but when I work hard to find those parts of you, those harder to find songs, they talk about things that matter and make me want to cry. You’re sitting across from me now, playing Irish music, which we both have an odd fascination for, and I just want to be sitting next to you. Maybe in a few months, or a year. I have to give it time, but it’s hard when you make my heart beat as fast as those drums and make my skin as skittish as the mans voice riffing in our ears right now.
You make me so happy.