Remembering to Love

I have one great love, and I'm ashamed to admit that up until just very recently, as in today, recently I have been taking him for granted. He's been there to get me through the mundane motions I take to get through life, but have I even listened to him lately? I mean, I hear him. He's there. Always. Being my cheerleader in life. I love him. I know I do. I bitch to my friends about his tiny flaws that annoy me. But annoy me in a way that I'd rather be annoyed by him than by anyone else. My favorite annoying, if you will. I digress. But today, today I remembered all those little Micro Moments of Love that make up the one true great love that I have for  music. After all these years music can make my heart flutter with feelings of being twitterpated in under 3 in a half minutes time and again. I need to make an effort to start really listening again and feel the emotion that is being transmitted via sound waves to me every day. I know there will still be (most) days where I go back to hearing without listening, because I'm most comfortable with it around. But today forward I'm going to make time to just listen and remember (how) to love.