JOSH
Can a love song be prophetic?
The romantic in me wondered exactly that as I wandered down Denny Way in my hometown of Seattle on a bright, sunny day in August. The Indigo Girls crooned through my earbuds, one of their most bittersweet songs, “Love Will Come to You.” I liked to imagine they were singing to only me. When they promised that where there was one, there would be two, my romantic heart ate it up.
Yet the cynic in me (the other side of my personal coin) thought, Yeah, right. I’ve been waiting for love to “come to me” for the past twenty-five years, and it has yet to raise its pretty head anywhere near where I can see it. Despite countless dates, hookups, and short-lived relationships, I still wondered if love was a real thing—or just something cooked up by the good folks a
