I do have that one song written, though! And there's a story behind it, so today's update will be about that. Once upon a time, I was IMing with a friend of mine and she expressed her displeasure about her ex-boyfriend. What she said was something along the lines of "I miss the Evan of three months ago." And then she asked me to tell her a story.
So I told her a story about a fisherman who made his living with the hook. Every day, when the fishing was done, he would roll up his line, stare out into the water, and let a single tear fall to the waves. A small girl observed this practice, and she asked him, "Sir, why do you cry at the end of every day?"
"Because I am sad," replied the fisherman. "Long ago, I married the most amazing woman I had ever met; I was so in love with her as to be blind to everything else. We bought a house, and had two sons, and every day she would make dinner for them and wait faithfully for me to come home. But now that woman, my lovely bride, is gone."
"Oh," said the girl quietly as she processed this information. "How did she die?"
"Die?" The fisherman laughed mournfully. "She didn't die. She's back in my house right now, making dinner for our two sons and waiting faithfully for me to come home."
I've never been able to really recapture that story, and neither of us remembered to save the chatlog. In fact, the way it's written above is probably pretty suckish and worth nothing to anyone except me and her, and the song is only slightly better. But I don't care, because it's not even about capturing the story; it's about capturing that moment, between me and a friend, when we sat around the electronic campfires of our monitors and found companionship in lines of text on a screen.
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