4 AM, Awake

I try to sleep as I count the popcorn looking things on the ceiling. The moon outside shines brightly through the window as I pick up it's trace and follow it. I sit up and look out the sky, the moon greets me, I smile. Memories flood my thoughts as I fall into deep thought.
You find me in a dark desolate room, I'm alone, depressed, my eyes gone. You hold me in your arms, wipe away my tears. Next day, I return the favor. Your hand in mine as we walk down an abandoned plaza. The wishing fountains run dry but we still throw in our coins. The meaningful meeting of the coin and the stone floor lets me know I'm fine. She tells me to make a wish, I smile and reassure her all my wishes have already came true. I kiss her softly. We let apart and keep walking. Our jackets aren't enough to hold back the harsh winds of the winter. Rain starts dropping slowly. Then it goes faster. We keep walking for a while, hoping the rain lets down. There's no sight of people anywhere. The stores are abandoned, the parking lot, empty. She's cold, I hold her as we walk back towards the car, dripping wet. We get in and again follow our memories back to the cliff where we first held each other in our arms and watched the horizon and the sun meet. The wind and rain didn't stop us as we reached the cliff. We got out of the car, still in each other's arms after all this time. We kissed, in the rain. And hugged each other and watched the sky. The gray sky, envious of our shining lives. It pounds us harder with rain, though we are immortal. We sit back in the car and hear the jealous raindrops fall upon the car. She leans against me. I put my arm around her. She tell me she loves me. I smile, almost feeling tears upon my cheeks. She feels one land on her luscious hair so she sits up and wipes it, once more. She smiles at me and hugs me, I hug back, wishing it'd never end.
The deafening alarm of the morning strikes my eardrums. Reality rushes in. The sun's making it's way up the awaiting sky. I feel dried tears upon my face and fresh ones sliding down. I quickly wipe them. Depression strikes again. The music on my iPod has been playing this whole time, reminding me of her. The day goes by slow. That night, 4 AM, awake. I drown away into my thoughts again, my few hours of happiness. Strike me quick and fast. I love you.