You visited my dream, but I’m not sure why.  You wanted me to believe you, but I don’t know why it even matters. I repeated the whole story to a friend the other night stating that I didn’t understand why any of it matters now and how I will likely never in my life see her again.  Saying those words I realized how true that was and that maybe I hadn’t thought of that until that moment. Everything was only meant to be beautiful for a moment, and then to disappear. I should have listened to my words, that moments are singular. Remember them for what they are, and not for what they may become.  They’re meant to fade.

I want Romeo and Juliet moments, and I get them…because Romeo and Juliet only get fleeting moments together, and then they die.  There is no happy ending, and no forever after.