I saw.
There were once stories of love, endearing and seemingly everlasting.
These were once moments, gorgeous, gleaming, long gone, yet their echoes shall reverberate forever through time.
It was a different world. An untouchable past. Another story in another unfathomable dimension.

Was any of them really mine? Would any of these moments stay with me?

I have seen them. I have seen the eyes of the fallen, I have lived their tears, I have walked in their lives, in replacement and in shadow. I felt it all. I was bathed in their lingering pain, I was cast in their eclipses, I was forced to dance a dance choreographed for the footsteps before me.
Too I fell. Too I hurt.

And now, I am afraid to forget, afraid to live, because I might just see the void, the same one I ran away from for so long. I might just need to face the fact there is nothing here for me eventually. Or is there still something, somewhere I belong to?

Would you be the same, would you be here when all is said and done? Would I be strong enough to live, and see through another happy ending, after all?

I am selfish, if you're mine, I want all of you. I want you to fly, but I want you to only see me. I want you to conquer the world, but I want you to only come home to me in the end. But I know full well I do not have the strength or power to hold unto anything except my beliefs. So I can only toil and pray that my hands will be always worthy of your wants.