I haven’t listened to Sara Brightman’s La Luna album in years; it was packed away with the rest of my CD collection since 2009, but one of my little projects after moving in to my new house and creating a home office was ripping all of my old CDs.
One of those songs is called “He Doesn’t See Me”, a lament from a woman who loves a man who loves somebody else.
I often suspect my wife Catherine might have felt this way once or twice before we met, but if that’s the case she’s never told me so. In any case, I always see her. How could I not when she’s done and given so much to help me build the life we share together?