Thank you so much

Great love and great pain are all we ever have for each other, and it would have been enough for me. I would have allowed myself to be consumed by that fire if it meant for a time I could feel the warmth of you. Now so many days later, it is a joke on me, and on you. We who turn from warmth, holding the edges of sanity in the dark, screaming at nothing and hoping no one hears us. I wish so many good things for you, but still I want you. How can I want you, and still want you happy, knowing what I know?  I cannot be with you, but I wish. I want you to be happy and safe, but I wish.  I can’t have everything I want, but I can dream.