A short story about a short girl....

It is a cold night. It is cold and hard to breath. The air seemed thicker tonight. I sat alone in my room writing short stories under the dimming table light. She occupied my mind more than ever tonight, and for some reason I couldn't hold back writing about her. Perhaps it was the way her skin felt when I help her. The warmth it brings on cold and bitter nights like this. With every sentance I start to miss her more and more. People say that you write to releive some kind of emotion. Writing about her makes me realize how long I have lasted without seeing her and it is toture to my own mind. When one thing holds so much beauty, man can only survive without it for so long. You see we strive for something as perfect as a perfect person. Once we find them we seem to overdue ourselves. Like now, my fingers grow tired as well as my eyes. However, when my mind gets tired and is ready to dream, she takes over again and lives in my dreams. I can see us in a hundred years making the perfect sillhouette of why God made the earth. She is a constant reminder of how far I came from what I was. Her coming first and being the last one to hear my breath is just a part of life. Around her it is not hard to pick up my own chill and smile. When I look at her I can turn love songs into descriptions. She has righted all the wrongs that my life has given me. Now that it is getting closer to midnight, it gets closer to the next time I get to see her. I never thought that I would fall but you showed me in love and I fell far. I am doing the best I can to write you things, but the pencil wore down. So now I will type it and share it with the world. I want to take a break from life with you. Sometimes I want to sit here and just sing to you all night. This chair has become uncomfortable, and the air is to unforgiving. I want to sit here and write for you all night. I remember looking for the perfect person, then I spotted you swimming through my answers. I love your eyes when you smile and take my hand. I remembered those emails we sent eachother, "I love you" filled my eyes. A chill is sent through my spine and a thought pops into my head. I want to make you a deal, you have my shoulder and ears until the day you die. I can promise you that I will never cry wolf when I tell you that I love you. I will try and say the things in my writing that will make your cheeks as red as my bloodshot eyes. I will put you in my heart and lock you away. I think I lost the key. Now you are in my heart forever and you can never leave. I love how you make it beat faster so dont think that I mind you being there. Right now I have the stars outside to remind me of your beauty. However I have to thank you for making these stars look prettier at night. Yet I must say they are prettier when I am looking at them with you. This thought is a shadow of my true feeling. My thoughts are doing things for you so my feelings must be that I love you. You and only you. I think its time we hit the ground running. Live with nothing behind us. Forget it all and move on. Live for memories greater than anything on this planet. Together we will never grow old. I have one choice and I will make it. I will live in your eyes, and I will occupy your mind. You are the song I will hear in my head that has the sweetest la la la's. Tonight I will dream of you and not want to wake up. But when I wake up it will be to you and my dreams will come true. So with that said I say goodnight. I love you forever like a permanent tattoo.