Imagine a love story, of a beautiful young man and woman, full of passion, the usual sex, drugs, and rock n roll…..living together, not living together, other women, other men… And the young man dies in the end.
It would make a great movie, but it was hell to live through. It’s the story of my first love. Now that I’ve been in a relationship currently for several years,it’s time to let go of the past.
Which means, having recently found my old love’s sister, I’ll be sending her this drawing of my love I did from snapshots after he passed. It’s a work I think of as one of my best. So, time to move on and send it on….to a home where it can be openly loved.