The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they can be
passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses
the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the
frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope guides me,
it is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The
hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last
time that I look upon you. With all the love that I possess, I
remain yours.
-Cassandra Long
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