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LANA

It's been hours since I last saw him, but I still hold the memory of his face in my mind. It's always with me, even when I sleep all my dreams are full of him. Of his laughter, his smile, his kindness. He would do anything for me, if only I'd give him the chance. Countless times he's saved my life, but still we are only friends. But in my dreams we are more, in my dreams I can feel his arms around me, his lips of mine. I want to sleep forever. But when I awaken, all that I have are memories. They're the kisses that never were.

But even these memories keep me awake for hours, warming my heart, casting a constant glow across my face. The glow is there whenever I think of Clark, my feet skim across the surface of the earth, I feel elevated just by the thought of him.

Whitney knows, he can see my glow, and he knows it's not because of him. He could never light up my life the way Clark has. Whitney knows it's over. So do I. It's time we admitted it. But we're both too afraid to.

I slide out of my bed, casting aside the white sheets and walk to my window, staring out into the moonlight night, my eyes focused purely on one location. Clark's loft.

I wonder whether he's looking at the same skies as me; I wonder if he can't sleep as well. I wonder if he's thoughts are full of me. I hope they are.

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