There's this huge gulf between us, a chasm of unimaginable size, and it seems to get wider every day. Eleven months ago, things were very different between the two of us. We had just moved in together, and life was good. She was vibrant, alive, and lovely. Her long blonde hair would hang like a halo about her hair as she would lie in bed next to me, breathing softly, slowly, almost imperceptibly. Her eyes would open, eyes of piercing blue, that would cut me to the core, peer into my ve...

I am a priest without a god to worship. I'm a monk without a monastery, an acolyte bereft of his guiding light. I did not think that I would say this, but I miss you. Something awful, Cass. I miss your slight smile, the way your eyes would roll when I would make a stupid joke (which was far too often). I miss the deep pools of azure in which I would lose myself. I miss the long, soft blonde hair that wrapped around your head like a halo, especially as you laid in bed next to me....