I'm not sure what to do with all this molten love, but I'll pour it into a crucible. I'll save it for you. I ponder if you feel anything like this? I really hope not. Was it easy to cut the cord? I awoke from what used to be called a sweet dream, now I guess it is called a nightmare. It's been a while since I held the fear of sleep in my heart. I'd never have thought it'd be 8 letters that would rob me of rest. Your eyes are like lightning, a soul like a storm. I would fly a kite in a hurricane just to be struck by you. I'll try not to bother you in life, but I won't apologize for staring. I won't apologize for loving you. I'll be here.
-G
