of sunny days and panic stations

shedaredtolookatthemtodayshethoughtshewasfineandshejustwantedtoseehisfacetoseehis
smilesoshesatdownanditwasokatfirstbutthenithappenedshecouldfeelitbuildingupslowlythe
heartbeatstheshortbreaththeshakinghandsbutshethoughtitwouldpassshetriedtocalmdown
shekeptremindingherselfthatthisiswhatlifeisallaboutthememoriesthemomentsthewarmth
butitwastoolateitwastoolatetostopitandfinallyithitherlikethunderanorgasmoflossanger
sorrowandallthepainintheworldflowedintoherveinsshecouldntbreatheanymorebutsheletit
consumehersheletitoutallofitoutandslowlyshecalmeddownshecouldfeelitleavingherbody
andsherealizedthatshehasnotfeltthisgoodinsuchalongtimeandshehopedthatshecould
sleeptonightshehopedthatshecouldsleepbecauseshehasntsleptindaysshekeepswakingup
shekeepswakingupandshekeepsdreamingthathessleepingrightnexttoherbuthenshewakes
upandsheremembersthatitwasnothingbutadreamjustlikeintheseainsidewhenhedreamsof
theseahedreamsofeverythingthatwillneverhappenagain