Sense and the Senseless?

You mean the world to me. I need you to be with me unto eternity. You are all that matters or makes sense anymore. I could not go on without you. It’s a humungous void without you. I wish you’d never have to leave. You make life seem like a nicer thing. You make living worthwhile. You render meaning to my existence. If not for you, I don’t know if I would have gone on living. If I had not found you, I would have kept looking. It could never be anyone else but you. You are the essence of my life. Without you, I am a desert, vast, expansive, but dry and mostly dead. And even if found to be harboring life, only the defunct and detestable kinds. Oh dear! What would have ever happened to me if not for you? Tosh! Puppy crap! Does any of that make sense? If that doesn't, as it shouldn’t, what ought to? Hmm. Science, I suppose. Market structures I’m thinking. Logic, I know. Sense, above all. And every realm and area that it encompasses and those myriad other known and unknowns that await the magical kiss of introspection, silently slumbering away until someone stumbles upon them.