Recently, The 1975 released new music and it’s been a big hit. Though, the most popular new song by far is “About You”. This is for obvious reasons, and I’m fully convinced that this may just be one of the prettiest songs that makes me feel the most unexplainable emotions of both love and sadness.

The entire song is about a man recounting his love that has obviously ended. He talks about how there is a place he goes, presumably a place the couple used to go together, to remember them and what they once were. He talks about the conversations that they would have if they were still together. He then goes on to ask the question “Do you think I had forgotten?”, asking the partner if they really thought that their relationship and themselves had been forgotten about so easily. He then goes on to continue reminiscing on their relationship and how he still finds himself holding on to the hope that they may one day find their way back to each other. After this, we launch into perhaps my favorite part of the song and I just have to show yall these lyrics:

“There was something about you that now I can’t remember
It’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender
And I’ll miss you on a train
I’ll miss you in the morning
I never know what to think about
I think about you
About you“

To be dramatic for a second: every time I hear these lyrics I want to do a multitude of things, including but not limited to twirling, dancing, sobbing, collapsing to the floor, singing, clutching my heart, and fall in love. I want these lyrics to be played in the tv show of my life at a significant moment and I want to think of someone and have someone think of me.

Now we don’t have time to unpack all of that, but you get what I mean. I’m obsessed with the idea of there forever being something special about a person that once they’re gone, you can never quite put your finger on what it was about them but you know that it was there. The way that there is just something about certain people in our lives that stay with us and haunt us long after that person leaves our lives. And the way that that thing haunting us is both painful and comforting because even though they’re gone now, they were there at some point and this unidentifiable thing is ironically one of the only parts of recognition you have left of them. It’s poetic and painful and really beautiful.