Black Keys.

Okay. I’m not one to judge or pick favorites, but. "Black Keys" might be the one song that will forever be the closest thing to my heart. For hours, days, weeks, I have sat and listened to every melody, every lyric, every note and tried to analyze what this song is exactly about.

The metaphor of the Black Keys alone is heartfelt, deep, and in no doubt genius. (Hey, I’m a sucker for English Literature).

I view this whole thing as a story—mainly the lyrics. What’s really going on in the writers heart, who they really are deep down underneath. Then the melody and the notes, most people see them as carrying the song, but I see the melody and notes as the secrets, the things that can’t be said with just words. And when you put the two together: that’s the magic.

She walks away,
Colors fade to gray,
Every precious moments now a waste.

At the beginning of the song, I see it as the end of the story. She can’t take it anymore. She starts running. Running from her fears, running from her emotions, running from anything that can hurt her again or anything that can tear her down.

She hits the gas,
Hoping it would pass,
The red light starts to flash it’s time to wait.

Even though she trying to run, she can’t. She realizes she has to wait and face it. It’s not going to pass or leave her. (Love is patient, you know.)

And the Black Keys,
Never looked so beautiful

And he realizes, she’s all he needs. All he’s ever wanted. She’s so unique, so different, and he’s never come across anyone life her. That’s why he loves her, she’s unlike anyone else. Her unusualness makes her beautiful.

And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull
And the lights out,
Never had this bright a glow
And the Black Keys are showing
Me a world I never knew


She’s making him think. She’s showing him the real beauty in the world and the things that truly matter, such as: Friendship, Acceptance, Faith, Love.

She hates the sun,
Says it proves she’s not alone,
And the world doesn’t revolve around her soul.

She hates knowing other people are suffing just like her. And she knows that she shouldn't be the center of attention, there are much worse things in the world that need to be noticed than her.

She loves the sky, says it validates her pride,
Never lets her know when she is wrong.

The sky makes her feel beautiful; on the most beautiful of days, and during a rainy day. It officializes the pride she wants to have in herself. She wants to be beautiful even on an ugly day.

He's taking you back to why he loves her, why she’s so incredibly beauitful. She's so special and wonderful, but she can't see it. She’s afraid of who she really is, afraid to open her hurt, spill her secrets, love herself, trust anyone.

Don’t let ‘em get inside of your head,
Don’t let ‘em get inside of your head…

He’s going to show her, show her beauty, show her how wonderful it is to be different and stand out, and be appreciated for being the best person you can be.

And the Black Keys…

Towards the end of the song/story, I see him chasing after her. Reassuring her beauty, which only he sees at the time. Accepting and loving her flaws and imperfections. He sees her black and white, meaning not changing her, accepting her, loving her for who she is and who God made her to be.

It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not.

And if you think about it, God didn't have time to make a nobody, only a somebody. We’re all a somebody if we love ourselves…and have faith.

Faith is the light the guides you through the darkness and through your trying times.

Without faith and hope, there is no love. And you can’t have love without happiness.

Happiness is a grateful spirit, an optimistic attitude, and a heart full of love.

Over the last week, I’ve found where I’m truly happiest and where I can share most of my love.

That one single Friday night changed me. I didn’t faint, or scream bloody murder, or tackle anyone. I was just happy; I was just full of love and faith. My hope grew. I love sharing every single moment, memory, song, note, lyric, laugh, smile with my real best friends.

The joy they spread (not only to me), is incredible to watch. Between you and me, I love watching everyone else light up, sometimes more than them.

But I can’t deny how you’ve changed me. You’re my Black Keys. You’re nothing sort of my everything.

In my wildest dreams, you always play the hero.

In my darkest hour of night, you rescue me, you save my life.

You’re my Black Keys.
You’re my Black Keys.
You’re my Black Keys.

It's very easy to think about Love, to talk about Love, to wish for Love.
But it's not always easy to recognize Love, even when you hold it in our own hands. But I think I know love a little better now.

It doesn’t come from finding the perfect person; it comes from learning to see the imperfect person perfectly.

In dreams and especially in love, there are no impossibilities.

Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Won’t you share it with me?
Because my faiths growing, along with my hope. And where hope grows, miracles blossom.

Won’t you be my miracle, my hero, my love?

I hope your dreams take you to the corners of your smiles (which are beautiful by the way and need to see daylight a tad more) to the highest of your hopes, to the windows of your opportunities, and to the most special places your heart has ever known.

‘Cause I’m waiting for you. We can have quite an adventure together.