Like most Americans watching the VMAs last Sunday, I turned my television off promptly after the NSYNC reunion. I mean, come on. Later that night I found out that Justin Timberlake won Video of the Year and realized that despite having heard “Mirrors” at least a hundred times in my car, I’ve never actually seen the video (because that’s how MTV works).
So I sat down, pulled it up on YouTube/Vevo and watched the eight minutes of it. Considering the short attention span people have for Internet videos these days, I’d say that was pretty impressive.
Anyways, I got teary-eyed. And for those who know me, that may come off as strange. I’m the type of person who shits on rom coms and laughed during Titanic and Contagion. But somewhere around the 6:30 mark of the song, my insides started swallowing themselves.
You are, you are the love of my life.
There is a repetitiveness in this grandiose line that I think everyone - even the supposed romance-intolerant or cynical lover - wants to hear, believe, and have continuously affirmed. And that’s the feeling I got when I heard that line crammed into my brains 30-something times before the video concluded. It’s strange - and so cheesy from some silly pop video. I’m not someone whose life lacks love, but perhaps the desire to be someone’s true other half is becoming more primal than I could’ve ever expected.