And it was weird
Because I crave him.
In the worst way possible,
I do.

And it would be simply like
Wanting his strong arms wrapped
Around my weak body

Or his lips against the patch of skin just below my jaw,
Love clearly radiating through the gesture

Or his eyes fixated on me like I'm so precious,
Like I'm special

I just wanted to go home.

Home is where my heart is

And my heart is with *him

Sticking your fingers out,
The feeling of the wind against
the pattern if your skin;
kissing it.

Sun rays seeping through the glass,
Hair flying everywhere
As her laugh emitted through my ears
Like music.

And I stared at her.
I stared at her like it was my last.
And she was so beautiful.
God, she was so beautiful.

And it all came by so fast.

With her fingers now hanging off the bed,
pale and unconcious.
I wanted to kiss her awake.

Tell her I was here.
I always was

I regretted doing it.

I regretted looking at her longer,
And never payed any attention to
Tomorrow.
Because I knew there was tomorrow.

And then it beeped.

The machine came to a halt
And I felt the salty, bitter tears,
Streaming down my face.
My face that hasn't moved the way it used to.

And I fell down
Off my chair
Like a toddler
Getting left alone.

And I felt weak.
Lifeless.
Breathless in the worst way possible.

And she was gone.

**As was I

And maybe we were meant to be.
You and me.

But are we, really?

No.