I am NOT the fangirl type. I always tell people that, and it's pretty much true. But I find that I need a new language when describing my (admittedly) one-sided connection to U2.

 1982. I was 15 and had lost my mom unexpectedly less than two years before. I met a boy. You know the story. Except it's funny how you usually don't understand what's happening while it's happening. The boy and I bonded over music. Or rather, we sparred about music. I was working my way through the greatest hits of the ...