“My days will end, as they began…with thoughts of you.”

So. You are mine and I am yours. So pray, tell me…what is this emptiness I feel that pervades my senses and leaves me feeling utterly numb? Perhaps I have stumbled across the true curse of being a romantic; ever in pursuit of the idea of a love that transcends all other...Yet bound by social norms I wait, in naïve anticipation…for the delightful ring of your voice across the line, your footfall at my doorstep, a message sent effortlessly to eyes that are starved for a glimpse of your affection. Your affection. And like the rose that hung limply in an abandoned glass at a lonely bar, I wait for you. Perhaps you will never know that the glass was yours.