"I think about people all the time, yet I’ve hurt many more than I’ve cared for. I can’t even tell what I feel, though feel something I still do, even if it’s more like a sense of absence and loss, maybe even failure, numbness, or total unknowing. I was sure of myself once, I thought I knew things, knew myself, and people loved that I reached out to touch them when I blustered into their lives and didn’t even ask or doubt that I mightn’t be welcome. Music reminds me of what my life should have been."
I can be man and woman, or both, because you've been both to me. Find me, Oliver. Find me.
This is my prayer. That if you hear the music that I played for you all those years ago, I hope that you hear it now. That he urges and brings you to find me, find me waiting for you here.
Follow the memories of that summer of 1983 and find me.
From the first time you were wondering what I was thinking about and I wouldn't tell you.
To the night in Rome where I wished the night would have lasted forever and you kissed my breath away.
Find me Oliver, hear the melody that plays upon my heart and follow it back to me. I will be waiting for you for when you return.