When I thought everything was just an illusion, a secret inadvertently seemed to make everything come alive again. It was only our years and years that could not be brought back. What was stagnant was the familiar throb when I saw you. Waiting for you, waiting for you to slowly approach me, staying with me until the end of the long night, waiting for you, waiting for you to stare at me silently, telling me that your future belongs to me, waiting for you, waiting for you to gently hold my hand, and walk slowly with me on the long road, until forever and ever.