Sailing to the moon ON HOLD

To love,
Isn't that what we all want to do?
I have.
It isn't very fun.
Cause I looked at her like the moon, yes, you heard me right, the moon. She was cold, as cold as the moon, never opening up to people.
I guess, I was special. We never appreciate what we have until we lose it.
Just like her, I was also lost. The world left me before I even had a chance to not be left.
I would usually wake up after a bad dream and, she would be with me.
Until that day. The day she died.
I woke up with no one to comfort me.
The nights were cold, and restless. I piled myself with work, refusing to face reality.
I'm used to nothing going right in my life. "Wake up and smell the roses, life's not fair!" Everyone told me.
But I've been awake for awhile now.

This is a story about sad scenarios in a persons life...