Strange indeed how a person can grip our thoughts. No matter what endeavors are made, they are always close to the forefront of our minds. Their name ever waltzes on the tip of our tongues. They reside with us even during a prolonged absence or a complete and permanent departure (or at least, for an infinitely long spell). We think on them, and passionately wonder whether they think of thyself even half as much. Whether this kind affliction is also their own.
Stranger still, is when our heartstrings and psyche's meditations are so entangled to a person that when we lay our weary heads to rest, this person is still nigh as death. Whether it be their continual presence in our dreams, or their presence in the dream self's thoughts (it is very hard to distinguish). Always constant is our subconscious's feverish obsession.
Why? Why and how can a being so far sundered feel so close? Entrench themself so far in us?
Your self hath made some fashion of an abode in my soul and hath deeply nestled in my heart.