I was scared to death of losing you,
Like a little kid with a balloon, getting ready to walk to their parent's car from a building that kept you in arm's reach at all times. My hand was closed tight around the string and I knew that if I just held on long enough, you'd stay with me until we were home safe and sound.

Walking out the door, I couldn't help but worry -- what if my hands got too sweaty and you slipped away, or I forgot for just a moment and they opened enough for you to slide through, and I never saw you again? The risks were too great, or at least, they seemed to be. I may worry too much sometimes, but you were so special to me, and right then I couldn't bear to lose you, forever, because I wasn't careful enough.

I tried to tie you around my wrist. I knew that if I did, I would no longer have to rely on my hand to keep us together, but yours. I wrapped your string around my wrist and carefully put the two pieces of string together, but my fingers were too clumsy, inexperienced with something that defied all I knew about gravity, and before I could even react -- you were gone. My heart stopped when your string unwrapped itself, gently sliding over my arm and out of my reach as you rose up to the sky, to the stars, far away from me and to a place I could never hope to go.

Not a minute before you were safely in my hands, and now all I could do was hold back tears and watch as you floated away. Because now, I would only ever see you again in my wildest dreams.


--


Apologies for the crappy clouds, I'm still not sure how to go about drawing them.