PERFECT

So I'm mildly obsessed with Ed Sheeran's song, Perfect.

Until this week, I had only listened to Perfect Symphony, which Sheeran sings with Andrea Bocelli.

This song sounds like every romantic language ever. It smells like roses. It tastes like basalmic soaked cheeses and Martinelli's and Giovani Rana pasta. It feels like slow dancing with my head on my husband's chest. It looks like flickering candles and a veranda and shimmers on a dark pond. 

But GUYS. There's like SIX VERSIONS OF THIS SONG, all of which are sung by Ed Sheeran himself--not just covers done by other ambitious artists. 

It's incredible--I haven't researched the history of why there's so many versions, but I have this feeling that Sheeran couldn't decide on just one setting for this gorgeous piece. So he broke tradition and made a bunch so that each couple could have one that's just right.

Well, all of them are just right, let's be real. But for different occasions...

This one sounds like being in your late twenties. It smells like summer sun and wet pavement. It tastes like Lindor chocolate and takeout. It feels like holding hands and sidewalk underfoot. It looks like afternoon heat and morning rainstorms and spilt popcorn and weekend cartoons and wee morning hours rocking babies together.

This one sounds like crickets and crackling embers and owls. It smells like lakewater and pine boughs. It tastes like s'mores and shishkebabbed chicken and chapstick and sunscreen you accidentally smeared on your lips. It feels like torn muscles after an intense hike together, and a hoodie, and the heat of the fire on my face. It looks like a sheet of stars and pebble paths lit by flashlights.

This one sounds like a dance party in college. It smells like Bath and Body works lotion. It tastes like Sodalicious. It feels like a comfort beanie snugly over your ears and converse shoes and a cardigan you wear way too often, and that lingering hug with your longtime crush. It looks like blushing and staying up way too late because you can't fall asleep for thinking about them.

Well, this one... well this one just feels like a Zumba cool down song.