I thought it was just a dream. Maybe it was but it seems so real. Your soft lips to mine. Your strong arms wrapped around me. Your deep gaze into my eyes.

The soft words you whisper to me there as we stand holding each other. "My love for someone will never grow weaker, if anything it will grow stronger." A little smile. I give a little smile back. I wonder if this is right.

My happiness was snatched away with two simple words. We're Moving... Moving, the word that I have grown used to for most of my childhood. The word I am used to hearing, now it's like a cold stranger chasing away everything that I have worked for. I think to myself, I'll make it by someway. Don't know how I can do anything but I will. Atleast try.

Moving...seems like i've been thinking a lot about that word lately. Moving On. Moving Out. Moving Away. Moving People with my wonderful writings (yeah right).

I wonder what's gonna become of me. Will I ever find my dream and be able to have it for more then a couple of weeks?

~Crystal~