Does This Even Really Need A Title?

Thursday morning...

I barely slept last night. All I could think about was holding my perfect and astoundingly beautiful Rose. Lying there, trying to recreare the magic and warmth I once felt, it made the agony of loneliness all the more unbearable. She is a delicate but strong, independent person who can brave any storm with you and make you wish the storm would never end. How wonderfully ironic it is that her independence makes me fear about my own dependence on her for comfort and happiness. I've never met another human that has ever mattered this much to me. She is such a treasure. When her arms wrap around my waist while I babble mindlessly, it is as if all vocal and linguistic capabilities are suspended. All doubt or worry vanishess the moment her presence fills the air. A truly marvelous thing, she is. The sensation of dread that had befallen my naive soul has dissapated simply due to thinking of her. Her warm, penetrateting, innocent eyes always soothe and fill my bitter, old heart with what I have come to realize is love.