I feel a globe the size of a golf ball in my chest. It's on my right, above my breasts and beneath my collar bone. It sometimes hollows and reverberates when I feel a specific type of pain. The pain of an unrequited or simply unfulfilled love. A desire to see a lover oceans away. The three words "I miss you" seem to capture the dull ache quite well. The ache can be described as a sour clench, a pang of craving for something or someone unattainable. It starts from the globe, t

Hope is the most corrupt and yet the most exquisite concept that exists on this plane. The Hope that a scorned love will heal, the Hope that a lover who fell out of love will return. The Hope that a missing person will be found after 48 hours, show up on your doorstep safe and sound. The Hope that a terminally-ill loved one will survive. The Hope that assets lost will rise in value again. The Hope that a lost or stolen item of personal value will be found. We pray, yearn and