1989

The lights went off and my heart lit up. The beat started with a soft rhythm, provoking the lyrics to jump higher. The screams started as your blue eyes became present in the center of the stadium and hands started waving when the first words of the song made their way into the crowd.

I was wonderstruck, praising my luck for leading me towards seeing your beautiful smile when you saw your dream being made reality. You looked at the fifty-five thousand eyes staring back at you and realized they had all gathered to make their dreams come true as well.

I was afraid of not being able to capture every single second in my memory. I memorized the way your voice rose and fell at the same time your dancers moved their feet according to our mood. The songs grew, as so did my excitement of hearing my life being put into words in a concert.

I was in love with the stars that had decided to watch me become the best version of myself next to you. They sang along to the new and when the old stirred, they let the moon be the guide; you took your guitar and explored memory lane.

I was crying, realizing that you had been by my side when no one else was and that your words would be tattooed on my skin on my good and bad days. And on those bad days, your melody would be there to save me, like it did that night of July 18th.

I was inspired by your determination to make us all happy and loved. I danced to the fast and swayed to the slow as your angelic voice wrapped the audience in a bundle of joy.

I was clean of all my troubles and voices in my head after months of being captured in my own mind. Your piano stirred my self esteem and made sure I wouldn't push it back down. The old country song reminded me of the past and helped me live the photographs with a refreshed light.

I am thankful to have you as my light. I love you.