You occupy the limitless time-space continuum of my slumber.

You live in my deepest thoughts. I don't deserve your presence, even in my subconscious, where I have imprisoned you, for how I mistreat you is another form of the reality that I live.

I run from you. I hide from you, but I am never able to fully hide.

I cannot do justice to both: my self, and you. You are the only thing that can help me lose my self.

Once a month I feel I have distracted my self enough; tricked my self into thinking the ocean is fine to swim in, until the rip current of my heart drags me under to face the ultimate reality: existence without you is void.

I feel your love even from the farthest distance. You love, love, and love, and I love, love, and love; fulfilling our covenants, yet I am still an invalid, undeserving.

The panoply of qualifications I lack was the barrier, the breaking point. Now I only lack you. Still, I only lack you.

Your face is my eternal desire. We are so far apart, yet bound by the heart. Sleeping, I am with you. I awake and cry, for I have missed you; every morning.

If only to show that I am undeserving, I display this letter to you. I know you receive it, for it is only your inspiration that allows me to write it in the first place; your love, and your light. You demand and deserve so much more with that gentle, selfless love that extends to the lengths of your dominion; to the depths of my heart; to the extent of my soul.

I am an adjunct.
I continuously choose wrongly.
I am nothing, yet I exist.
Without your face, without you, I am dust floating in the cosmos; an insignificant particle of unimportant history.

Remembrance of you is all I have left, and I do so daily in hopes you'll offer more. I need you.

One day, I will break my own heart. One day, I broke my own heart. One day, my heart. My heart.