Nightime activites of a bleary insomniac....

He stands waiting, for what, only he knows. She is there sitting, looking more beautiful every second he watches. The silence drowns out all he wants to say. Everything. It's all there, maybe it's to hard. He knows it isn't. It's just what he would want to do. It just isn't the time. Soon all will be where he wants it. Just there sitting, wanting, waiting. The only thing that comes to his mind is beauty, what could honestly be more beautiful than watching her. Being next to her. So he moves, takes her hand slowly, gently and sits down beside her. All he needs is now, nothing matters more to him. She rests her head on his shoulder. The very action makes him feel like a bird. He feels like he is flying. So high noone can touch him. All it would take is for her to look at him, and he would melt. Everytime she does, he melts. His heart is hers now. Nothing would change that. No person, no action, not even the gods in the heavens above could move him from her side. Her happiness is all that matters to him. Her smile. Her laugh. It's all he needs in this world. Anything, he would do anything for her. Anything but leave her. It would break his heart to not have her by his side. He looks at her, her eyes closed just laying her head on his shoulder. They could be together forever he thinks to himself. Here is hoping, hoping they will beat it all, showing the world that love will win no matter the situation.