Summary: I stand here and watch them.
I stand here and watch them. That's all I do now. Stand here and watch them. Now before I go on, please do not think I'm a stalker, because I'm not. . . .
When I stand here I watch them.
I watch them laugh.
I watch them cry.
I watch them talk.
I watch them when they're in pain.
I watch them when they're happy.
I watch everything they do.
I stand here. I laugh with them. I cry with them. Sometimes I talk with them, but I don't think they notice. I don't like it when they're in pain, or when they cry, but when they laugh, I know that there're getting better. When they talk, I can feel their pain and their troubles.
When I stand here, I feel happy. I feel happy because they got together. They got together because of me. Everyone has been waiting for so long. Maybe if I leave them for a bit, I might here people saying that I got them together. Maybe. But I don't want to leave where I stand. They need me to stand here. They need me to stand here more then ever.
I stand here day after day. I don't get tired, so sleep isn't a problem. Sometimes I stand here and watch them sleep, I see tears rum down her face. "No, please don't go." I hear her whisper softly in her sleep, but I need to leave where I stand. I need to make sure he's sleeping.
When I enter his room, I stand at the end of his bed. When I stand at the end of his bed, I smile. He smiles in his sleep. Aaaawwww! He must be dreaming about her. I walk up to him "Sweet dreams." I say say softly, then I must leave.
I stand here, near the trees, watching them talk under the big oak tree we all used to visit when we were little. Oh, good times, good times. As I stand here, I watch him laugh st something she says. Yes, yes, those two are a match made in heaven.
"Carly?" I turn around, from where I stand. My angel, Clare, says "Are you ready to leave now?" she asks. From where I stand near the trees, I smile and nod.
"I'm ready." I say. I turn again and whisper "I'll be waiting for you guys." and walk away from where I stand with Clare, into the light.
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