Dear Holly

Dear Holly William Shakespeare once said that love itself runs deep into the roots of man's soul to the very essence of his being and hits hard as if itself was an addiction and addiction of passion and as the days go by and my eyes do not get to see u my very heart grows sick and my soul begins to go to that lonely dark place that abyss and as I begin to stare into that very abyss it consumes my very essence and I begin to float through the vast nothingness of life without you like a lonely astronaut floating through the empty nothingness of space and as he gets farther away he looks down and sees that the very oxygen which is your very creation and my existence is what gives him the very breath of Life and as he floats farther and farther away that faded thing that once kept him alive seems to shimmer in the wind like a candle being blown out during an endless storm of chaos that only your love can distinguish the very flame of passion that dwells in my soul and as I look deep into your eyes I see that little girl that is broken like shimmer pieces of glass from the mirror of her soul and as you lay there and thousands of pieces that are broken I begin to understand that the cracks that make up you are