I went to bed this morning at about 4:45 after being up all night, upset about my fight with Keith. I held and kissed his pillow and laid it next to me so that it was touching me, and pretended I was in bed next to Keith and his sweet loving body was giving me comfort. Later in the morning, I turned to hold him again—oh, but it was just the pillow. I poured my love into it, hoping it would move through some invisible channel and reach him somehow.
I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats