Twenty-Four Hours

You're my sweet moonbeam

You love her.

….

There isn't really a lot more to it. You're a straightforward person. You only say something if it's true, if it's necessary. But at this point, a lot is true that you don't want said.

Like how you fantasize that someday you could be together, but ten minutes a lifetime doesn't exactly give you much time to make plans.

And how you miss her when she's gone, how you are counting the seconds when she's there.

Like how you know it could never be.

So why let yourself hope? It's never going to be, never will be, never can be. So why hope?

You don't know why. Only that you can't help hoping, can't help waiting your entire life just to see her again. To see that she is waiting for you. To know that you love her.

To remind yourself that she loves you.

That you're not alone in going through the hardship.

That you were never alone.

That she was always there.

That you're alive, still here, still in love.