I grew up listening to love songs. My mother- maybe now that I think about it- can quite be the romantic. Or, maybe a bit heartbroken. Either way I owe my adoration to such music to her.
Love songs get the best of me. They transport me to a place that I can possibly one day be, a place I once was, or to a place I never wish to be.
Damn! Just damn!
Maybe this is why Love is a constant theme– it’s what I listen to, it’s what I breathe. If ever get tired of love songs I’ll get Ne-Yo to sing to me, but I doubt it.