The day felt like a dream, but the night was just a cruel reminder that the perfection that came hours before the sunset had finally ended. The day had been filled with love and happiness and warmth, while the night was just that of a cold, lonely, empty, cruel reality. Music danced through my heart and my thoughts that day in the woods but in my room that summer night, the music was replaced with waves of sadness crashing over my entire being. No tears came to my face, nor did screams from my mouth. Aches from my heart however were unbearable, and I longed to feel the warmth of the day not just on my skin but in my bones and pumping through my veins. I crept outside onto my porch, and the light from the moon that night captured my grey wide eyes, holding promises of many more days of that like the same day, that for the first time in almost a year, I prayed to god was true.