In 2014, I had hit a breaking point.
Like many people, I grew up with a sense that, once I feel in love, it would be over. That would be my "love" for the rest of my life. Naturally, this was informed by film, television, books, culture, and so on.
I was very fortunate in my early life, having relationships with wonderful people that, while they ended, did more to encourage the idea of a "true love" than disparage it. Then, years later, I was married,,,which...to spare the details, was a terrible idea. What made sense of first, suddenly deteriorated so rapidly that it made my head spin. I was left broken hearted, disillusioned, and lost. I sought solace with others over the next five years, but, I'm honest, the ache stayed and has never really let up.
It's not that I wish to reunite. I don't. At all. This ache comes more from the damage done to my relationship with love itself. I've seen the power of it, how it can triumph even over the most dire circumstances. Yet, I've also seen it fall, far too many times to count.
When I wrote this song, the melody and words appeared as if remembered. In fact, I even thought it was someone else's song until I realized it wasn't. Every word in the song is true and every note still resonates with the memory and deep ache from all of those years ago.
If I die, this is a song that I hope they play at my funeral. Here it is, called "Sometimes Love Ain't Enough"...