Each time I am ripped from your grasp, I feel

as though I am being ripped away from

Life itself. My breathing quickens, and the

room spins each time my mind spins the outline

of your name. I constantly look for some

reminder of you to be close to you

even though i know that it will make me

feel the way I do now. I yearn for the

crisp kisses you gave me on the cold nights,

sodden with frost bitten lips, frozen. Is

this true love, or simply what cannot be?