Winter.
It has cold air.
Cold yet...Soothing air.
I am lost in a dream.
A dream where the past is my present.
The future is always uncharted...
Well...
Something like that.
I sit here everyday.
Human or not,
I hear conversations...
Some I like,
Some I hate,
Doesn't really matter does it?
For the season right now is Winter.
Looking over from where I stand.
I see someone with blue eyes.
I've seen him before...
In years gone by.
Doesn't really matter,
We are friends...No, great friends.
I've known him for over...Well...Time doesn't matter either.
That's the kind of friendship we have,
Where Time doesn't matter.
Time is a forgotten ideal in many.
Nevermind that,
We stand looking at each other,
The world around him constantly tries to get his attention.
Until he says to the world, to wait.
As he is currently talking to someone,
That would be me.
Another gust of wind,
I can tell he's cold.
Yet he stands there,
Talking to me and me alone.
Everyday we talk,
On occasion I take him flying...In the Spiritual World of course.
For unlike him,
I had my time on Earth as a physical person.
Like him though,
Time is not a matter for us.
Time doesn't concern us,
Our friendship stands strong.
The tides of Eternity will not break our friendship...
There again I guess its a little deep then friendship.
Anyway, when I was alive... I wasn't too strong...but I was all he needed.
That's perhaps a very strong emotion...
Yet, since I passed away...Maybe that emotion...Or perhaps...
Perhaps its even stronger then when I was alive.
The emotion of Love.
When I first thought about it...I'd always go red around him and try to shy away.
'Spose I should be more confident right?
Travelling on a spaceship...Oh wait...I forgot when I...we...He landed on me okay? I didn't "slide" under him!
*soft giggle*
In either case,
I ask him to get home and go to where its warm...
Then there is the question,
Why?
Why? Really? He's going almost white stood there...He's been yelled at earlier...but he refuses to move...
Stubborn boyfriend of mine,
I really am happy he talks to me,
But I don't want to be the cause of his death...We know how I went...I just don't want him to go because of me...Old age would be nice...
Speaking of which,
He's alot older now,
I can see his the age of Time on his body...
He doesn't sound like it though,
He sounds just like he did.
All those years ago.
We talk through our minds to each other...Well...More then that...He uses his spirit to talk to me.
So as he leaves with his blue best friend,
I always wait here.
In the special place he built...With his own heart.
My name is Cosmo...So I am sure you know who I mean by now.
I love you always and forever,
Miles Tails Prower.
~Cosmo (Spirit)