When I fell in love for the first time, I was eighteen. I would listen to this song over and over again late into the night and imagine how things were suppose to be, meant to be, but I was wrong. I was wrong about everything, but I guess it's better to be wrong. Recently, I was just oddly reminded of this song when my mother told me not to cut my hair. She said she knew what Samson must have felt like. when she had cut her hair, so she did not want me to feel the same. (Un)fortunately immortal strength is not found in our hair. It will grow forever.
And just to add to my Hopeless Romantic Remix 2005, I use to also listen to this song:
