Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike … If I love the girl who cares who you like?” And with those words, Ralph Tresvant cemented his place as one of my all-time favorite love philosophers. Ok, “philosopher” may be a strong word, but you have to be willing to look past the source to embrace the message.

I’m bruised. I’m bloodied. I’m battered. And I know that our outcome appears bleak, but I’m far from deterred. I still love you … that’s just a reality that we both have to accept. So if my words and actions no longer elicit any type of positive response from you, then maybe this song can.