Every morning, my friend is always waiting at my bed, laying his head on the bedside, eying on me for hours, hoping me to wake up.
But in reality, you weren't there. My puppy stands by me instead.
I closed my eyes again, trying to remember the wonderful things as I first met you. When our eyes were engaged, I felt like the first star at night, which illuminated the darkness as well as brighten my heart.
I couldn't remember much for I'm aging a lot. The reminiscence of you is slpping away, but the memeory of your face is the only one I won't forget.
In my dreams, I've climbed high enough try to reach the world beyond. Looking down your picture in the pocket watch, I know I've lost the track of the time. That picture of yours is already torn, faded.