A/N: I want to dedicate this story to my love...whoever you are...wherever you are...I want you to know that I love you. I look forward to meeting you one day, my love.

Loneliness is very painful…very cold...

My eyes open. The all too familiar setting of my empty room, plain in detail, not so much as an ounce of warmth to be found, just seemed to mock me, torture me really. When I'm in this room, I honestly can't tell if I'm awake or still asleep…this room, this horrible and torturous room…it messes with me. It's always so quiet and cold. It makes me feel so…so… separated, separated from the rest of the world. I feel like I'm fading away in this room that even the world itself had seemed to have forgotten about. So lonely…so…painful…

A knock at my door shakes me from my self-loathing. No, I will not fade away, not now. There is still someone there for me, someone who remembers me, someone who keeps me tethered to this world. The person, who was knocking, my very meaning to continue on in this shit reality, my love, opens the door to my room, my seemingly forgotten dimension, and walks in quietly, trying her best to not disturb me, not knowing that I lay awake. Just her presence is enough. The room itself seemed to have brightened immensely just from her presence, from her beauty. I watch as she makes her way to my bedside and sits down. She speaks, her voice so kind and warm, almost, motherly. She came to check on me, to make sure that I was alright. Honestly, I wasn't. This room seemed to be taking my soul… I was terrified of being alone, of feeling that deathly cold that was all too familiar for me…but now…now she was here. I can feel her hand on my face, wiping away my tears, tears that I hadn't even realized that I was shedding. I'm not alone, I'm not cold…I had her with me, I felt warmth…I felt love.

I took her hand in mine and held it tightly, not wanting to let go of her, not wanting to lose this warmth. She smiles and I can't help but to smile back. I tell her that I miss her even though we hadn't been apart for long, thank her for her warmth, for her kindness and care. I can't help but bury my face in her lap, trying my best to fight back my tears. I just feel so…happy…so alive. I can feel her hand gently petting my head, running her fingers through my hair. It was such a simple action, but, it meant so much to me. She tried to reassure me that everything would be alright, that I was no longer alone, but this simple action broke me. I wept like a child.

She now lay with me, holding me close to her chest, to her heart. To me, she is my sanity; my very reason for existence, her warm love is what drives me. We lay, not really doing anything but enjoying each other's presence. Honestly, this is all I want in life, to be loved, to be with her. Time no longer seems to exist as hours seem to fly by; all the while we lay in each other's arms. She is so…so comfortable… I feel like I'm about to doze off again, but, I try my hardest not to, just trying to enjoy this comfort, enjoy the time I have with her, I keep my eyes open. Even though I try my hardest, it isn't enough…I feel my eyelids growing heavier with every second. Please…just a bit more…I don't want this to end.

I feel her hand on my face, her voice, so soothing, keeps me in a trance, nearly lulling me to sleep. I look deeply into her eyes, hearing her sweet voice tell me what I want, what I've always wanted…

I love you.

I feel my eyes closing as she leans toward me and gently presses her lips against mine. I want this to last forever…

My eyes open as I quickly bolted upright, sweating and scared and…and alone. I search the room frantically with my eyes, but, she is nowhere to be found. My love, where has she gone! My love…was she really my love? No…just a dream, a delusion of this hellish room. She wasn't real…she wasn't…

I can still feel her lips against mine…I'm alone, but…no, I'm not alone. Even if I am alone now, one day…one day I will meet her. One day, I will shed real tears of joy. One day, I will hold her tightly, and lay with her, and sleep with her and when I wake up, she'll be there! One day, I will be complete. One day, I will truly know love, but, until then, I will keep her close to my heart and wait for her…

Whoever she is, I know that I love her. I know I can't live without her, so, I'll live to find her, to love her, to hold her…