Frank Sinatra: his voice is like butter. Except I’m the one that melts.

I’ve had this song in my head for weeks, it seems like. I finally listened to it this morning. Early this morning. In the wee small hours.

(I always remember this song from Sleepless in Seattle and the sadness, longing, and despair from that scene. Then, the New Year’s scene when Tom Hanks imagines his wife and says, “Oh babe. I miss you so much it hurts.” That kills me.)

Love,
Stef