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2020-07-21 00:24:17 (UTC)

Radar Love, The Way I Love

I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear
When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
Don't need no phone at all
We've got a thing that's called radar love
We've got a wave in the air, radar love
The radio is playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sends her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called radar love
We've got a light in the sky, radar love... ~ Radar Love by Golden Earring

Mr. Curved Line suggested this song to me as we discussed how it is that he's always there when I need him, already typing away. And how when he thinks of me, grabs his phone to check on me, there I am already typing away to him. I remarked how I loved this song but I had no idea the main lyric was not "way I love." So he even found a lost favorite song of mine for me.

He struggles at times to realize that he does not interrupt my life, he's an integral part of it. No more an interruption than breathing or my heart beating within my chest. If there is another way to love, I know not what it is. I live integrated now and cannot imagine what I would feel like segmented. I have had such relationships in the past and they ultimately felt as constrained as they, no doubt, were. There's nothing for me down that path and I am content to try my luck at integration rather than walk an easier segmented pathway.

So whatever the feeling is that calls gently my name and urges me to type, that consistent ebb and flowing of time that alerts me I have not dreamt, I have to sleep. And even the unknown timing of my breath and my heartbeat that urges time forward a second by second is woven into my response to him. The mere fact he exists exerts some movement on me.

Without intending to, we have spoken in that same way to each other, "...comin' in from above."




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