There was a boy

There was a boy.

Heaven only knows. A boy who wanted to be the mightiest of men.

The years followed, his patients grew. His eyes glared his pain, his heart filled with hope.

Dreams were mere escapes from he's mind, from the true reality. Saving so much, his idea for the perfect moments shortened. Staring into the sky, he asked why. An answer to never be known. Walking down the hall, ready with a smile. A bold move for man, to finally open, to finally allow entrance. Joy had began healing, giving a struck of hope. The years became months, the months became weeks, the weeks became days, the days became hours, the hours became minutes, the minutes became seconds. Blown, struck from breath, dropping to his knees. Waiting for the perfect moment. With anger, with sorrow, he asked why. Why did he wait. He slipped it on her finger proud. Saying only the words never announced from his lips. I love you. Only to know the words, would never be replied.

There was a boy.

Heaven only knows.