I can think of thousands of times that I’ve heard Bon Iver’s “Skinny Love.”

But there is one memory that sticks out to me as the memory. All other times I’ve heard this song I think of this one time. And before this time I don’t think I had ever truly listened and had definitely not been moved.

And I can listen to that song and go straight back to where I was and how I felt when I heard it.

July 8, 2009. It was one of those emotional rock-bottoms. It was one of those desperate times. I disappeared. That’s what I do when I’m upset, I leave. I’m really good at it. We met outside of the mountains and drove into them together. We were raw. Nothing about that trip was fabricated or synthetic or impure.

We were gone for a long time. My friends were about to come by my house and see if my parents knew if I was okay. I had literally vanished without giving any warning.

We hadn’t planned on anything that happened there. You played me a lot of new music and made me dinner. I helped you paint. We painted each other. And while you were slowly reviving me you gave me Bon Iver’s “Skinny Love.”

(Source: bodiesmakehomes, via hello-starling)