Sweet Dreams, Carina

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. . . and know that you're one of them.

The night was long and empty and sad. I cried holding you in my arms until you were taken away from me.

I never imagined us to part like that. I never wanted to hear you say good-bye but I wished you did.

I wished you told me that you were dying. I could have spent more time with you. I could have made you an artwork. I could have told you how much I loved you.

I was back to being alone in the dark.

That's what I thought but I was wrong because when I looked outside the window, something told me that you were, are, and will always be here.

The meteor shower began.