The
alarm clock sometimes offers reprieve from a long and sleepless night.
A night where hours drag on for days, where you keep looking at the
clock and minutes creep consistently, in this madness there is one thing
walking across your mind, the thought of being alone.
I
used to write you novels. I would lay my heart on the line. Share my
darkest thoughts, my fears. I would sit here and dream about how life
would be next to you. I would think about where we would be when we were
older. How beautiful the character lines on your face would appear to
me. How the feel of your hands, roughened with time, would feel on my
mature face.
I
played out, in my mind, our entire life. The years would fly by me.
Sunset to sunrise, in my heart, I loved you forever. And in my fantasy
you were always there.
These
thought consumed me for so many years. It truly made me happy, happy to
have you even if you were far away, even if our time physically was
limited.
I knew not the outcome, nor could I fathom that there would always be so many memories that we never got to make...
When
it comes to ultimate happiness, no matter what troubles lie ahead, it’s
very easy to be consumed by a fairytale, especially a fairytale that
you would expect the outcome to be solace.
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