I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
We met somewhere inside an insomniac’s dream, in a world so precarious—it could crumble at any given time—folding at the slightest touch.
I wish I could have a day with you, where the sun never went past noon. Or a night, where the stars could go on forming their constellations; until the sky was filled with stories of how I loved you.
You once told me that you had to bend time and space to be at my side. But it would only be for a moment, you had said.
How long? I asked.But it was already over, long before the answer could leave yourlips.
By Lang Leav