I want to be with you forever.

I want to wake up on Sunday morning, with you already sitting on your side of the bed, watching the morning news at the TV in front of us. I want to sit up and scoot closer to you. I want to bury my face at the upper part of your arm, to rest my head against the tip your shoulder. I want to inhale the fresh, sweet lemon scent from the fabric of your t-shirt. I want to close my eyes to savor the moment as I can tell that you are looking down at me sleepily.

I want to be with you forever.

But as I open my eyes again and my gaze wanders far away to my dreams of being able to keep you next to me, I realize the truth. And I accept it, humbly, with all what's left out of my strength.

I want to be with you forever.

But forever isn't real,

[A/N]

Another one I wrote on the spot because of a fanart.