End of tours always make me schmoopie and retrospective - and when I'm in that place, I usually write.
Pure Magic
If I ever wonder how I still, after all this time, have let this man take up such a big place in my heart, if I for some reason can't remember all the magic he's brought me in the past four years, I only have to look back over the last month or so and count the gifts he has given me.
There have been front row moments where his green eyes held us and balcony moments where his voice stopped our breathing. We've shared meet and greet secrets and fidgets, and busline touches and grabs and squeezes and squeals that went on for blocks. We've seen linen blazers, and pinstripe button-downs, and tiny undershirts, and rivets, and lowriders (and thighs to go with), and those do-me boots.
We have had SexyBack and George & Weezy reborn and some slooooooooooow songs and some fast dancin' and campin'. We have had chortling orchestra members, wandering spotlights, and fan letters gone awry. We met Sean for the first time, and Jesse, Angela, and Quiana all over again. We've watched them shine in their own way, while supporting Clay with their talents and love.
We'll remember -
Every smile & shriek when he first came into view -
Every tear shed for his plaintive masterpiece and the serenity that followed -
Every clutching of our stomachs in laughter -
Every clutching of each other when he took us to that place only he can.
That place where we think we cannot possibly love him more -
That place where for four years he has proven us wrong every.single.time.
Once again, with hopes and dreams for him shining, we sent him our light and love from every venue row, from every summer-laden, sweet-smelling, trodden lawn, and from every home computer with an ear held tenderly to its speakers . . .
. . . and he did nothing more than shine it back upon us, 100-times over. How can we thank him for giving us so much? How can we thank him for more than four years of the same?
If I ever wonder why I still, after all this time, let this man take up such a big place in my heart ? Because he has made all of us a big part of his.
Grab on to these special times and feelings - hold them close, cherish them, but remember to throw them back to him every chance you get. Because we know when we send him light, that we'll receive back his own light, laughter, and love - enough to fill our hearts - more than the last time and even more than the time before that.
The man can be a miracle and he can be a mess - but he can also be magic - pure magic.
Grab onto it - hold it close - cherish it.
But remember to throw it back to him -
Then step back and watch the magic unfold - all over again.
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