So I would sit in my room every night listening to the radio in hopes that “Against All Odds” would come on. I had my cassette ready to record the song when the universe granted my wish. This was the same year that Phil’s cover of The Mindbender’s “Groovy Kind of Love” hit #1 in both the US and the UK. But I already had that one taped—they played “Groovy Kind of Love” every half-hour. Besides, that song was about a successful love affair, not this frustrating business of never having, never knowing, and always wondering.
I’m now grown and married. I have kids—one in 4th grade. I go to work. I pay bills. And having navigated my share of real experiences with heartbreak and love, I find myself approaching middle age with something that feels not unlike contentment. But heartache is a habit. In only slightly different ways, I’m still waiting next to my radio for a new song to come on that can push me out of my own experience and into someone else’s.