ILiveInDreams777

The moonlight spread across the sky silently as the night passed in a cold night of January. It had been snowing till midnight but now the earth was only covered with thin cold sheet of snow. The night was quiet and peaceful while she slept under a thick sheet of pale gray color. She fidgeted under the sheets, adjusting herself to make the slight unrest in her back go away, totally unaware of the shadow that fell on her from the window under the moonlight. "Damn it, I hate this mattress!", she muttered in her sleep. His gray eyes fell on her form, and ran down from her head to toe. He could feel her heart beat strike against his ear drum.

How can it be? That I'm hurting too much, My heart is tearing apart, as if it was being forced to rip open.... Love was so close this moment, and the next it was gone, blown like a candle, silenced like a bird shot down... You were around and now you're gone... how could this be? You were standing just in front of me, all those smiles are just a bunch of tears now, you say goodbye with pain, and I feel my heart being stabbed.... I cant live it like this.... I never cried this bad before all those sad songs, now have a meaning... I miss you so much, you've only left a minute ago... and I feel like an eternity has passed, T

"You know what?" "No, what?" "We should never fall in love." "Huh? Why?" "Well, it's simple, really." "Explain it to me, then." "We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams." "I still don't quite understand." "I am a dreamer, and you are a dream." "Thanks, I guess." "No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm

"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all." "I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?" "There is nothing wrong with you." "Can you say that again?" "I said, you aren't sick!" "Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway." "You're a hypochondriac." "What?! Listen you-" "Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing." "Fine!" * "So. What did the doctor say?" "That it's complicated." "Complicated?" "Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out." "Really?" "You sound skeptical." "You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class." "Yes." "And about h