Every time I think of him, I always catch my breath

And yes, there's a storm raging through my frozen heart tonight.

My best friend has been incommunicado since Thursday night/Friday morning. We've exchanged emails, but I probably won't get to hear his voice again until Wednesday afternoon. I hate this.

But I ain't missing him.

The John Waite song that I feel I'm living was recorded in 1983. That's the thing about classic oldies, isn't it? They tap into emotions so universal that eventually, each of us feels like the song was written specifically for us.