I used to believe in magic. It was all around me. I could feel it... taste it... touch it... I lived it... I breathed it.... I had Faith. But it fractured.... one of the pillars of my faith slid away... I don't feel it the way I used to... Its still there... but I can't touch it... it lingers on my tongue but I can't quench my thirst.... my life is void of the glimmer it once had... my breath is bland and empty... How can the absence of a person... of an ideal... leave me so dry..? The pain of this is far more than it deserves to be....