When I was maybe seven years old I rushed in to the living room after watching an episode of the Monkees and announced to my parents that I was in love. “I’m in love with Davy Jones.”
My father just laughed.
I was a little bit hurt because it was a serious thing for me at seven to find myself in love. My first love is gone. I’m shocked because I thought it would last forever.
RIP Davy Jones, Daydream Believer.