Strange. Strange. Things.

Above, the moon and stars shine brighter and more clear than what I have ever seen. One of the most breathtaking sights as clouds create a bed for the stars. They are sleeping so soundly and so innocently as we should be. But we tinker, plot, and ploy even from our dreams always scheming for more. Never satisfied by the little things.

That smile you give thats lights up the whole room. That sparkle that shines in your eyes when your excited. Or that cute nervous stutter. The sunlight streams through the room. I knew I should have known you were just a figment of my imagination. My love is real and yet you are not.

"You should have known this could not have last." You whispered as you disappear into the silence of the shadows. And I reply, "Love doesn't live here anymore. At least not with you."

I shouldn't shed tears over the truth but what use is it when you've taken a piece of me with you?

Live. Laugh. Love.