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.
~Practical Magic.
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