When I was in high school I heard a song. I heard the song. The song.
I didn't know the name of the song or who sang it, but it haunted me. A few years later a friend's boyfriend loaned me a few of his cd's. The song made another appearance. Stupidly, I never wrote down the name of the song or the artist.
So then, not only did the song haunt me, but the cd artwork did as well. I could hear the music, I could picture the cd, but I couldn't remember shit about the name. Fuuuuuuuck!
Last week, I heard the song on the radio. And the DJ, that kind, sweet, amazing DJ, actually said the name of the artist. I practically tattooed the name of the artist on my arm.