Before Polly and I started dating, it began to look like we weren't going to figure out how to get together. We were sorta stumbling along as friends. I felt like we were running out of time. I remember standing in my mother's living room, one afternoon, listening to this song (which was the most beautiful I'd heard), pleading, through my tears, with God. "this is the last woman I intend to date. Please help me."
When I dropped Polly off at the airport, I gave her a few tapes to show everyone. I edited, at breakneck speed, a few of our different trips and gave her copies of each. I didn't tell her what was on them, just that these were the tapes she has asked for. When she returned, she smiled and hugged me, and said, "Thank you". She had written on the tape I'm uploading, "My Favorite". So, this one is called 'Polly's Favorite'.
In the daydream moments, thinking about our futures, I wondered if we would someday get married. If we do, I laughed, I hope we dance to that song.
I really miss you, babe.