Let Go

And in that moment, she sat alone in her dark room, hugging her knees, and missed you. You who she'd never met. You who are by all means a stranger. And yet somehow, with your kind heart and the innocent wisdom within your maturity you'd broken down all the barriers and infiltrated her heart in a week the way it had taken so many years to do. She felt, if only for a moment, certain of her feelings for you, and yet at the same time, utterly mixed up about what those feeling meant. Though hundreds of miles away, you were right next to her for a moment. She tried so hard not to let you in, she really fought it; but now it seemed it was too late, she'd passed the point of no return; neither party would escape this completely unscathed. This terrified her. What had she done? What if the daylight brought with it hesitation and a change of heart? What if she hurt you? Her kind heart could not contain the thought. Or worse, what if it didn't? What if she felt the same, if you felt the same, even though we both know that there is no forward from here? With a mournful sigh and a wary-eyed glance around the darkened room she was angry with the world. Why did this always happened to her? Why did she always fall for ones who were so far away? She hated what she knew was the aftertaste of this midnight happiness-the lonely, a feeling of lonely that can only be found when you know there is someone out there but you cannot reach them. For once she just wanted to know the warm touch of romance without it being overshadowed by distance. Oh what a whirlwind of a five minutes! She loved and hated it at the same time. Mostly she knew that she was falling too hard too fast; her mind told her to stop it, warning her of the impending rocks below, but her heart, her hurt, they pushed her forward. She tried to get back to the happy moment just before the "goodnight", hoping to relinquish these hesitations from her mind and dwell in the euphoria for as long as possible; the morning could be a time of worry, for the night she just wanted to dream a little. She paused, and took a deep breath, trying to silence the voices; she couldn't help but think of the beach. She flipped her hair, and laughed thinking of what you would say if you could only see her now.