Dearest Gilly,

Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside of me... an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there's a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind.
I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting... but still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen....
I don't know. Maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but... there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon.