This one goes out to my friend To Bring

In High School, I was friends with a girl named Traer (which is a Spanish verb "to bring" and a family name for her). She lived in Lee's Summit and we did so much together. In fact, after I graduated from high school, she and I (with like 10 other people) went to Paris for 2 weeks. It was amazing. We laughed, we found really cute boys to hang out with and still I look at those pictures today and realize we had a great time.

Prior to leaving for Paris, The Wedding Singer came out to the theaters and I loved the soundtrack (there is also a good memory with my friend Jordan, but that's for a different post). Traer and I would crank it up to the loudest it would go and dance around. One of the songs that always makes me think of Paris is "every little thing she does is magic" by the police. I think of the 30 year old, us wandering around Paris and how I fell in love that summer with the most amazing boy, however those feelings were not reciprated (another blog, another place, another time).

Recently there has been a remake of that song and every time it comes on I think of her. Of us dancing in our hotel room, delirious from the flight and trying to figure out how we were going to meet up with the 30 year old and his friend. So, to my friend To Bring, I dedicate the following lyrics to you:

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes onI
resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on