Until Tomorrow

I wait until the morning sun reaches up to the horizon, causing my sadness filled eyes to glisten even more than usual. Normally I don't feel this way, but I can't help it when you aren't there by my side, to hold me, comfort me, and kiss away my tears. Perhaps if I was a replica of you then maybe I wouldn't be able to show this pain, this burden on my aching heart. Reality of course always brings my mind back down, I'm not like you and I never will be.

Your skin on mine is comforting, and I can still feel the warmth of your gentle touch. A soft caress to wipe away my worries and fears, because all that matters is you. I know that you love me, even though you can't say it, and I forgive you for that. With every moment that passes I find myself feeling that one day I might die of happiness, but of course something so wonderful wasn't destined for me. I'm only human, and my end may end up being the tragedy that I fear the most, but with you I can go through anything.

Sasuke, your name makes me feel both happy and heartbroken. How can two very different feelings be connected in my soul? Of course I'm sure that behind your cold exterior is a heart filled with pent up compassion that you are afraid to show to me, but I hope you will someday. It's all I could possibly ever hope for.

The bed we shared still looks the same, I couldn't possibly make myself touch it and ruin every trace of your once sleeping form. It carries your scent, your essence and it's all I have to console myself. With every crease in the simple blue bedding I remember you, and how you held me in your arms in that direct spot. It was there that I first heard you say that you loved me, and would do anything for me, and at that second my life was complete.

How can you say you love me, I'm not like you. My blonde hair isn't perfect, and these blue eyes don't have the childlike stupidity that they once had. Of course our past wasn't a fairytale, but through it I grew to find a lonely angel to protect me. To hold me, and to love me for who I am, and not for whom I could never possibly have hoped to be. Taking such a screw-up as a companion, a lover, how brave you were, how bold to take such a chance. I think you know love, but your past haunts your memories, you just can't let go and can't forget.

I glance through the window, sighing deeply as my eyes wander the road once more. The thought of never seeing you again makes my heart weep, and my soul to cry. How could I have lived for so long without you, not to hear your voice, or smile at your stubborn glares? I know I'll see you again, but parting is such sweet sorrow, and I will not even dare to move until I see you again. Now I wait, until tomorrow.