Bacon, Idolatry and other such Sacrilege.

If you only knew how many times I wanted to reach out to you; how many times I’ve began to compose a text, backspaced, began again and then deleted the words that I want so desperately to tell you. If you only knew how much I’ve ached to hold you in my arms and not feel this emptiness that surrounds and envelopes my soul any longer. If I could somehow express exactly what it feels like to be away from you day in and day out and only wanting to have you near...if you could see through the tears in my eyes and understand the way that they filter my every memory of your face...you would then comprehend all the pains that I so willingly endure, all the many things I deny myself and every jealous and spiteful feeling I bury deep down; all of that and everything else; if only simply to see you smile and to know undoubtably that you are happy and content.