AN: Sorry everybody that I've been MIA since last year. :) Hope that y'all are still enjoying my stories. ^^ Anyway, starting next month, I'll be only updating my stories on the following days or months:

SMSS: Every 2 months.

PDFMP: Every 3rd Wednesday of each month.

Interruptions: Last day of every month.

However, if you have any questions for me, just go on my Twitter page for my FanFiction page that is A Starlights Love and hash tag it with #AskRaku and whatever story you're asking about, leave it in a review, or just PM me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, but Naoko Takeuchi does. :D

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If only this can last forever...

If only she was mine...

She always has to come and break me down, even if I wanted to keep away from her because she's like a drug.

Her eyes glow so brilliantly, just like her shine.

Her soft pink lips are always curved in a smile, though I sometimes claim them with my own...

Her laugh is like a twinkling bell. Gentle and melodic to my ears.

Her soft skin is like a baby's against mine. Oh how I enjoy having it rub against my own.

Her touches are so gentle and loving as she caresses my skin with butterfly touches, leaving me feeling as if I'm on fire.

Her voice caresses my ears like music as she voices out her pleasure and desire, nearing her completion.

Then once it's all done, stars twinkling on our skin, she looks into my eyes with sadness and gets up.

I watch, as she gets dressed, getting ready to go back to him and her normal life outside of our affair in the dark.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, eyes glittering with tears in the moonlight as she looked into mine.

I get up, walking over to touch her one last time before we start this dance again, but she snapped away and ran out of my room, sobbing like she does every night when I try to get too close.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around myself as I stood in the dark by myself and looked at.

I know that this is wrong. I have my own princess and she has her prince, but...

Am I cursed to feel this way?

Am I destined to die alone with a broken heart?

Why can't I have her? Hold her? Kiss her? Make love to her every fucking day outside of this facade we've got going on?

Why?

I love her. I want her. I need her...

But... am I not good enough?

If only we can be together.

If only we weren't already promised to another instead of each other.

I wish that we've met sooner.

If only she were mine...

But I'll fight for her, until she's mine.

Even if it takes my last breath to do it because ... I love her.