I could spend 10 hours with him.
Holding him.
Kissing him.
Talking to him.
Loving him.
I could probably spend eternity
in his arms.
But then the phone clicks,
And his voice is gone.
The car door closes and suddenly he's no longer by my side.
And soon,
The plane door will close.
And i'll never see him again.
Why must all good things
come to an end?
Why must this feeling be left to rot in the depths of my heart?
10 hours.
That's all I need.
10 hours.
10 days, maybe.
10 years.
10 lifetimes still wouldn't be enough.
I wouldn't be able to tell him everything I want to.
I wouldn't be able to tell him how often I draw him, or how often I fake a smile for his sake.
"Secrets don't make friends", I know.
But it's so much easier
Living behind a mask.
