. . Lovely; Camilla I don't think I'm going to be able to make it. I can't follow my numb heart. I can't follow a nonexistent organ. After you left, it chased you, and now that you're far, far away, it's beat is only faint and my mind cannot interpret it's language, for I've taught it the language of your love...but now, I can't seem to feel love at all after my senses faded away, sailing along with you. I miss you despite being senseless. I've been too sick of my heart trying to beat its way out of my ribs. I can feel it chasing you, cussing at me for not bringing you closer. I tried to deny the truth and made up my mind on being sick, full of grief. I've tried visiting a doctor.....I've been told I was but a lovesick fool. Criticism always found its way to get to me, but with you, I'd never mind being called a lovesick fool. But please, dear; just let me love you.