They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. Every heart sings a g, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. I am waiting here to hear the same.....