But sleep is not always the trick and neither is sex. I love that stuff but it's too much time in bed. I wake each day excited to be alive. What will happen, what reactions, where will my imagination go, what will I create, only I really know. But I love love, I do my best to love you so, to lend my heart out as much as I can, to be a guide when I can, to hold your hand. Being alone we become sad, it is true.