Today the heart is hungry.

Its appetite has been whet by impossibility.  Fantasies have poured out like drool, imaginations of a love that could be despite what is.  Rehashed scenes of tearful goodbyes, meaningful gifts, spontaneous moments and that dastardly thing called hope - hope that somehow, inexplicably, here was a connection that would defy all boundaries and rules:

A love that should not exist, but does.