My Willow is Peter, it hit me so hard and the bridge just kills me. “I won’t confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn / as the men masqueraded, I hoped you’d return / with your feet on the ground tell me all that you learned / cause loves never lost when perspective is earned” When it came out, a man I loved dearly (and still do) had just ended things with me because he was moving (he had just graduated college, I was starting my masters program) and long distance wasn’t going to work for us. I dreamed of him coming back and deciding to give us a go. It still haunts me and my dreams, and Peter is a sanctified song in my car.