A Groovy Kind of Love

I woke up early this morning, and when I did, this song was playing in my head:

When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue
When you're close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing near my ear
Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love

I found this somewhat inexplicable, because I haven't heard this song in years. But there it was. Well, I said to myself in my semi-wakeful state, I would have to agree that in many respects, my favorite New Englander and I have a groovy kind of love:

Anytime you want to you can turn me onto
Anything you want to, anytime at all
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can't control the quivering inside
Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love, oh

Then I went back to sleep, and when I woke the next time it was with the memory of a very vivid, very sexual dream. Not super unusual, but there was something unusual about the dream -- the man in the dream wasn't anyone I've ever met. This struck me as strange, maybe partially because I remember the vivid dreams I used to have when I was married about having sex with other men. Night after night, they'd come back, as if to give me a message. This one could've been a fluke, since I only had it once, but as I laid there with an odd feeling of having sort of semi cheated on someone I'm on the one hand not in a committed relationship with and on the other hand can see myself sharing my life with, it did feel like some sort of message from my subconscious.

I think the message was something like this: Having a groovy kind of love may or may not be enough on which to build a life with someone, and it's important to keep that distinction somewhere in the back of my mind so that I don't end up in a committed relationship that doesn't have all the elements I need to be my best self and live my best life. I know that my groovy lover wouldn't want that for me nor I for him, but I also know that I can only work on making myself into the best possible partner I can be. I can't do his work for him. And the hard part of that is it leaves me without control, which, I reckon, is all part of the lesson.

Lest on the eve of St. Valentine I seem less than fully appreciative of having found such a groovy kind of love, I'm not. I feel tremendously lucky and I don't take it for granted for one single minute that:

When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue
When I'm in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don't care
Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love, oh
We got a groovy kind of love