Faded pictures in my scrapbook I thought I'd take just one last look at

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear? My mother loves this song. Sometimes I think she named me after it only so she could sing it to me. One of my first memories is about this song. After my father left it was just the three of us for a very long time. It was only after I grew older I realized the song was about a breakup, but by then it was so stuck, so mine, that I didn't care. My mother cried sometimes. Jamie would put on this record and we'd all sing along. She always smiled through tears then. I was around 6. My brother, who is two years older than me, had just entered his rockstar phase. He'd play guitar, badly may I add, and my mother would sing. I twirled around and around and right there, for the first and last time, I was the star of the universe.Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-byeAngie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried The day I left Billy I had nowhere to go. An empty hotel room and my son on my arm. I knocked on Jamie's door and he seized right through my painted on smile. I fell against him and I cried until I thought I would burst. It felt like someone had ripped a body part from me. I don't think it could have hurt more if someone had. It wasn't until he reached the last line I calmed down. Someone who has grown very dear to me lately asked me a while ago how I was dealing. I didn't answer because truthfully, I didn't know. I guess this is it. Going back to what I know. Unconditional love. They say know your past to know your future. I know my past, I'm clueless about the future. Maybe London rain really is healing. Maybe it's the house with the blue door. Ever since I saw Nothing Hill, I've wanted to live in a house with a blue door. I don't like to visit the past, but sometimes it's necessary. To be reminded of who I am. Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried