I Still Burn For You
You are my obsession...
You’re my obsession. You always have been, always will be. It doesn’t matter how far the distance grows between us, or how long time passes without seeing each other. I still burn for you, and I regret with every fiber of my being that I can’t have you. In 1977, your family moved next door to mine in Berkley, Michigan, and I discovered what the word swoon meant. Of course, I was a gawky, sixteen-year-old nobody, too shy f...