Shelita Turns Near-Death Into Pure Devotion on Stunning New Single “I’m So In Love With You”

R&B

Shelita has a way of singing that feels like someone opening a window in a room you didn’t realize had gone stuffy. Her new single, “I’m So In Love With You,” carries that same sensation—warm air, soft light, a little bit of static, like an old radio crackling back to life. It’s the fourth glimpse into her upcoming EP Into the Depths, and it lands with the clarity of an artist who’s already crawled across the concrete, brushed off the ash, and decided she’s not just surviving—she’s expanding.

The song was born in a hospital bed, which already tells you everything about its emotional architecture. Pain humming under the surface. Hope pushing through like a stubborn weed. Shelita wrote it while her body was still recovering from a life-altering skydiving accident in Seychelles, a moment that cracked her world wide open. Years of surgeries. Isolation. Long nights where you hear your own heartbeat louder than the outside world. And somehow—beer-warm memories, ocean-blue dreams—she found her way to freediving, slipping into the quiet hum beneath the waves. Down there, the static disappears. Down there, she rebuilt herself.

That duality—water and wire, softness and steel—runs through the track. Her vocals float, then punch. The bassline leans into golden-era Hip Hop swagger, while the R&B textures wrap around the melody with a velvet grip. It’s intimate but cinematic, like a slow pan through someone’s memories.

What elevates the single is its sincerity. Shelita isn’t performing love; she’s reporting from the front lines of it. There’s gratitude in every note, the kind that comes only after you’ve nearly lost everything. Her global influences—Africa’s rhythms, Europe’s atmosphere, South America’s warmth—pulse beneath the surface, building a sound ecosystem that mirrors her nomadic, ocean-rooted life.

With Into the Depths arriving in early 2026, this single feels like the heartbeat of the project. It’s not just a love song—it’s the sound of a woman resurfacing, breath steady, spirit sharpened, ready to rewrite her story in real time.

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