I always think about how I will

never 

see the TARDIS in my garden, 

meet my once and future king

drive cross country in an Impala with an angel,

have Sherlock solve my murder, 

be a first year at Hogwarts, 

see a picture of the Avengers on the news, 

study Middle Earth in history class, 

and just want to 

cry

so much.

I know the hardest part will always be 

having these people in my dreams, 

then waking up alone.

I live in a life of lies.