Unbreakable

I'm not emtionally subtle when it comes to music; I laugh and cry with it like it's part of me. When I held Unbreakable in my hands at 12 mindnight the other day, all those intricate yet confusing emotions overwhelmed me. It's like having someone you've longed for for so long come up to you and embracing you in an ol' so comforting beary hug.

As I run my fingers through each and every piece of their past albums, I recalled those memories; I got the first 2 albums relatively late, in 2002, after they've released their 4th one. The mad wait beside the radio, waiting for the cue to call, those magical numbers 35 and 53, and me breaking the decibels after hanging up the call.

Millenium came late as well, when I got it from someone who didn't want it. I still treasure it, together with another identical piece.

Black & Blue was probably the CD I was most emotionally attached to; it helped me through the most difficult moments in secondary school, when I was pretty down and out. I remembered crying almost every night, but their voices would be there to comfort me whenever I hit the PLAY button. It was a depressing period, but I learnt to overcome it with the music I love most.
The hiatus was long and weary, and I got restless. The world caught on as well, citing trash that there'll be no music from them anymore. Then B-Rok stood up for them, promising another album.

Never Gone offered a fresh alternative to their old style, and I loved them even more. But as we celebrated, we had to hold back those tears when Kev wanted out. It was a difficult period for most of us. I remembered choking on those tears when the notice came up. But we knew we had to be strong.

The wait was tormenting, but it was worth the wait. They're still the goofy yet serious bunch I know, and I'll never be able to cast them aside and ignore them, even for just a moment.
I love the Boys, and I'm loving every second of it.