How gently though the phone screen doth thou hold my love? Can the 6 inches of this cyber home hold the weight of my heart? A digital age necessitates new virtual passions. Time passes in the chat log and we find our past warmth frozen in words where chat bubbles left off. When final words have been typed and all that lingers is a ghost, where do I bury a body lost within a screen? The technological advances of the 21st century have metamorphosed the way we form relationships in the absence of…