It was beautiful.
A beam of light.
But not just any light...
Moonlight.
I wanted to hold It
like It held me,
But I knew It would leave me.
I cried,
Pleaded for It not to go,
But It\'ll be back tomorrow...
Right?
It won\'t be the same.
It\'ll change.
Maybe for the better,
Maybe It\'ll hold someone else,
But I loved It.
And It illuminated my lonely world.