Due to working, moving, and other stuff, I've not celebrated (or blogged about) my Halloween festivities much this year. Here we are halfway through my favorite month of the year and this is the first time I've written about the holiday. Whah?! Well, that ends now. This weekend, my best friend from college is visiting and our plans are horror movies and a visit to a haunted forest. Gotta get some good pictures for the blog.
It was 1994. I was 13 years old in the midst of transitioning from a private Christian school to public school. I had long been sneaking secular music behind my mother's back but it was that year I truly discovered the soulful greatness that was Boyz II Men. I remember their early New Jack Swing days and while I thought they were good, I never paid them much attention until their second album II came out with the aforementioned song.
This song makes me reminisce on school dances in 8th grade, when every girl swooned if a boy asked her to dance to this song. Who can forget the music video with Boyz II Men in their matching outfits or Wanya's passionate performance begging the woman of his dreams to come back to him? This song was a panty dropper from start to finish. Thank you Boyz II Men. Some day my future husband and I will be making a baby to this song. Now, allow the nostalgia to wash over you with the music video.
