There is no more love for ourselves. I tried to hold it as long as I could. The love. The appreciation. Just to maybe remind people that its out there. But it's over soon. It's going to be forgotten. And there is nothing I can do. I can express it, tell it, hide it, bury it. And it will always be there. But when I come out, running, panting and sprinting to show it. No one will ever see it. It is stuck with all of us, never to be shared, only to be appreciated amongst few, and cherished amongst even fewer. I'm sorry I cannot fly into the skies and break the sun. I'm sorry I cannot create craters into the earth, and make everything anew. But I am not sorry for staying here, holding your hand. Staying by your side one more day.

I can only see so much, through my thinning eyes. But they see you. They see you so clear. Because I love you. I love you so much.

I love you.