To All The Guys I've Loved Before


there's a song my father used to play me that my mother could not STAND, entitled, "To All The Girls I've Loved Before" by Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias.  'tis a lovely ballad of a gentleman's many-a experience with love and how thankful he is to all of the girls who walked into his life providing joy, happiness, and of course, love.

this particular song has been on my mind for awhile now because I've recently been divulging in past familiarities with the same subject.  I have loved, lusted and lost many gentlemen... and for that, I am forever grateful for the experiences I gained, the lessons I learned and the capable feelings I discovered deep within; however, this song wouldn't be equivalent unless there were a few minor adjustments made to better fit my persona:

"To All The Guys I've Loved Before" by Jennifer Coffey.

now, if you have never before opened your ears to this eminent tune, please humor me and YouTube it!  the lyrics are phenomenal in every sense of the word (and the music is so 90's, it's delicious!)

after listening thoroughly, you can understand my semi-vamped lyrics below and how I will apply them to my many loves, lusts and losses...


To all the guys I've loved before
Who traveled in and out my door
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the guys I've loved before

To all the guys who shared my life
Who now have someone else for a wife
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the guys I've loved before

To all the guys who cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstacy
They live within my heart
And always be a part
Of all the guys I've loved before


you get the idea ;)  now, having satisfied my craving, it also suddenly dawned on me that though lovers travel in and out our doors within our allotted time on Earth, why don't they ever stay?  were they purposely put in front of me to experience?  were they purposely hurting me to learn? was I purposely loving them to appreciate?

I have always been an exceptionally giving person.  "I give all and always receive some, I'm just doing my thing."  I supply my all in everything I do.  Go big or go home baby, and that's precisely what I do... go big and then go home to celebrate!  so, if love happens to pass through my door again, will I still only receive SOME after giving my ALL?  but more importantly, will it stay?

 well:  to all you guys I've not only loved, but given to before, thank you, for it all.

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