Once I got a sweet taste of my deepest heartfelt desires, everything else just left a bitter flavor in my mouth. Looking back now, it’s easy to recognize that writing about love had been there all along. Sometimes though, I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face.
At age eleven, I had a terrible crush on the guitar player from Huey Lewis and the News. Chris was his name and he sported thick dark brown hair and dreamy eyes. I genuinely adored him and spent countless hours…Continue