"We were two friends in love, Fanette and I."
I was singing that oh-too-familiar Jacques Brel song today in the car. I wasn't even singing along with the CD, the song just popped into my head and I started singing over Jordin Sparks' "Tattoo" and then just turned the radio off. Tears ran down my face as I belted out the various beautiful phrases (I'm sure I was a sight for cars driving past me). Finally I turned into my driveway and sobbed.
To be completely honest, though my human spirit is touched deeply by that song, I think the real reason I love it is because I feel like any given Sunday I could be singing those words. I've certainly felt unattractive, unloved and duped. My heart falls in love too easily, it's always been a problem for me. So when I come to the second verse ("I saw them arm-in-arm, enfolded by the sea, they looked so much in love...they never looked at me") I can't stop the tears.
It's a beautiful song.
