Centuries have past. My callused heart can vaguely recollect your precious face. It would be a lie if I said that I struggle through the days anymore; I've adapted. I attempted to condition my body to not ache for you. Instead, my body merely accustomed itself to loneliness. It's only when waking up from a familiar dream, my defenses weaken, and through a daze, I realize just how much I miss you.