Not so long ago, I dreamt of the person that I yearn for so deeply. It was kind of relieving to be able, in a sense, see them again. It's like every aching muscle in my body is fighting to hold onto what I can imagine is left, whatever is left.
To be honest, I fear that I will end up hating myself as I allow your face to become one of those others in the crowd. You have always been that beacon of shining light I have needed, the shoulder I could cry on; you were so bold and bright, nothing sheltered your existence. Effortlessly, you stood out and shone out among the rest.
I don't want to forget you, I can't forget you.
