I’m just wondering if anyone in real life ever caresses photographs when they are lonely and missing the loved one pictured in the photographs. I’ve noticed they always do that in movies–you know, gently rub their finger down the face of the person in the picture…Do people really do that? I hope not… Uh oh. I’m having an old memory swirl back to me… It looks like I’m sitting at the end of my twin bed in the Prince Lane house… And I’m holding something. It looks like a picture. Yep. It is. It’s a picture of my best friend, Kim Carlson. And the light blue Sony tape player’s on. I can almost hear the song. Tiffany, was it? Debbie Gibson? I could never love again–like I did when I met you. And when you said goodbye! Oh the look in your eyes! Left me beside myself–without your looooovvvvveeee….** Oh, here’s an idea, Ann. Usually, that would be the kind of song that would remind a normal person of his/her lover–not his/her elementary school best friend. And can I really be remembering a forced tear running down my cheek? Oh, my heavens. I totally remember now. I remember that I was lonely and missing Kim (who had moved across town) like crazy. And I wanted my whole family to recognize the pain I was experiencing so I left my bedroom door open while the drama unfolded. And come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I waited for so long for someone to feel sorry for me that I ran out of manufactured tears and had to close down the whole operation. Hmmmm….at least I didn’t caress the picture.
Oh, and guess what? I know what I want to be when I grow up! An editor.
** Remember–my recollection or interpretation of lyrics cannot usually be trusted.