Some somethings I never told you

Thoughts of you keep me up at night.

When times were tough -- really, really tough -- the only thing which kept me from sliding into oblivion was the hope that I might see you, touch you, once more.

It's painful to be alone.

I try not to live in the past, but memories often color my perception of the present.

You were most beautiful in the morning, without makeup, in pale yellow sunlight.

I measure all my creative musical and artist efforts against yours.