Every night I lie in the dark, alone and cold. Wishing you were here with me, holding me close, breathing against me, whispering in my ear. Your fingers would gently burn circles in my skin, comforting me, lulling me to sleep.
I think it would be like falling slowly. Slowly asleep, slowly in love, it doesn't matter anyway because we know the truth. Nothing lasts forever. Even though I wished it would.
Drifting in the circle of your arms, the safety of your embrace, I hold onto every moment, preserving it in my memory.
But every dream ends, and I wake to realize it was just that. And it will never come true.
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