Lost in Heaven's Abyss.

It was dark in the house, but her eyes had already adjusted, wearily recognizing every bump and imperfection in the textured ceiling above her. She stared blankly at it, amusing herself by finding pictures in the lines and dents, false images that her mind probably created for her in its tired boredom, but she really didn't care. A least it was something to do. That day was still on her mind, the memory of it snatching up any last hope of sleep. It had been so perfect, why did it have to end? It was a chilly day, at a movie she had already seen, but hse didn't care. Every moment was perfect. As she lay, she recreated the scene in her head, playing it over and over in infinite detail like a movie, its images being sprawled across the dark ceiling.
First, there was the piano. That voice that made her heart melt, singing its own creation. The clear notes of his melodies floated through the air around her, entertwining with the intricate piano arpeggios, making the single most beautiful sound she had ever heard. This was just a glimpse of heaven, a foreshaddow of what was to come that day.
They had soon left the house, and headed to the movie theater, arriving too early, of course, but neither minded much. They wat and joked and talked like old friends that they were, enjoying eachother's company, and taking advantage of the empty theater surrounding them. It wasn't long, though, until he did the totally unexpected, reached over and grabbed her hand. Her heart had stopped, briefly in a state of complete shock, only to resume again in what had to be a fantasy. She wanted to pinch herself, but would have been too cliche, so she took a deep breath and went with it, letting her entire body accept and enjoy that moment.
She had watched the movie in a dream, knowing that things couldn't be any more perfect, until the inevitable happened. He had been moving closer, she could feel his breath against her cheek, when she finally turned to look at him, their lips finally meeting in the kiss that she had been waiting for. It was a kiss that she never thought would come. She spent the rest of the movie in pure ecstasy, loving the feeling of his arms around her again. The warm touch of his hand on her bare arm sent chills through her entire body, making her want more of him against her. Feeling his breath on her neck, still savoring the taste of his sweet kiss, she knew this is what she had been missing. What she had been longing for all this time.
She snapped out of her daydream, and glanced around the dark room, wishing it had been real, that it had meant something. That all seemed so long ago. They had barely talked since then. Why did that all happen? Doesn't it mean anything? She wondered if he knew how she really felt, how perfect it had all seemed, how right. That was it, the reason she couldn't just forget him. She couldn't forget just how right it felt to be back in his arms. She wasn't stupid, though, she knew that all her wishing was pointless. He doesn't feel the same, she thought, watching the texture of the ceiling form his handsome face. No matter how hard I try, I can't make him think about me.