When I see her smiling it creates a cavern in my mind, burying me in the deepest of crevices unable to escape. How can she smile while dispair steals the color from my world? How could she contrive the few emotions I truly felt and eventually desolate them? My world is but a void without your light to guide me; my days are filled with insignificant sounds without your voice to pierce my thin veil of emotional stoicism. After all, my true fulfillment is the depth and perspective I can add to your life; you complete me.











