She sat by the water, watching the tide slowly creep up towards her, wishing for the thousandth time that it would bring him with it. The moon hung above her, illuminating the tears that danced on her pale face. Although her eyes were still fill with water, there was a twinkle there, locked behind her stormy grey eyes. The wind blew slightly, rustling her still blonde hair. She shivered slightly and wrapped his worn sweater closer to her cold body. His scent suddenly surrounded her, making it hard to breath. She needed him, he was her everything. Her heart wrenched at the thought of him. She wondered if he remembered her, or if he had moved on. That thought shattered her already delicate heart into millions of little shards. Pieces that were left alone to die. It all depended on him. Whether she lived or died, it all depended on him. As if sensing her pain, the wind roared and the waves surged. It was hard, loving someone, who may not love you back. Love. The one word that haunted her, day in and day out. Love, a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer then an edge. That's what it is; and edge, a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side. Before and after- and during, a moment no bigger or longer then an edge. But she would fight back, she would find a way to get him back.
" I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try and pin me down with a hundred thousand arms and I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more then you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.