In a way, you became the sand to my hourglass... you made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no longer worried about what would happen when the sand ran out. I began to see the spark each grain held as it fell. It's a weary place out there. Every nook, every corner: occupied, yet loneliness and desperation hangs thick in the brightly lit night. The next person doesn't know what you have been through. Heck, I was not sure whether I could make it through the day. I had absolutely no clue as to the demons I had to fight everyday. A smile here, a nod there and yet I had never felt more isolated. An emptiness prevailed. And, I let you in. To fill my void with your aura. Even though you left my side way sooner than i wanted you to, the few hours I had with you filled me up. It unburden me, set me free, warmed me up on those lingering, lonely, bone numbing cold nights. I felt alive and shed a million happy tears. With you every hour felt less than a s...