It started from a moment so soft and painfully intimate that it was as if Miss Whitney was thinking, not singing, the lines, "If I should stay, I will only be in your way." As David Foster's meticulous, almost orchestral arrangement unfolded, these inner thoughts took on a more tangible, relatable shape. Even if you'd never been a fan of Houston's signature histrionics, you were resting in the palm of her hand as her remakable measured performance blossomed with the aching words: "But above all this/ I wish you love." In a masterfully manipulative move, she forced you to relive a moment of loss and then handsomely repaid you by providina a flash of cleansing catharisis.