Sleepless in New York

I felt your warmth while I was lying next to you. I woke up, still holding onto you so that I can feel that warmth. I looked at you while you were asleep, that seemingly flawless face and I kissed your forehead. I did not want to fall asleep, I just wanted to admire you as I waited till sunrise. I held you tighter, I knew every seconds of warmth that I felt was worth it and I did not want time to pass me quickly. The sun came and golden rays peeped through the hollows of the blinds. I knew it was time. I looked at you for the last time and let myself go. I got dressed up and walked out quietly. I knew that would be the last time.

Two years passed.

I just got out of a shower. With my bare body, I stood next to the glass window. Right there, at the opposite building, a familiar figure stood at the balcony. I knew it was you. You seemed to be in deep thought and you looked up. I looked at you. Staring at you once again, memories of me admiring you that night came through me. I whispered I love you, hoping you could piece up what I've mouthed. My wife hugged me from behind, that warmth of you surged in. She asked "What are you staring at?" And I replied "It's the New York skyline, so beautiful, just like an old friend." I turned around and you were gone. I knew I still loved you.