Utopia

In my utopia, you are mine. You kiss me, for I have never been kissed before. You store me in your arms, as if you are protecting me. You take my hand, and run with me into the woods. You take me deep into the forest, as you spill your deepest secrets. We almost arrived to the end before you stopped. My utopia began to fade grey. Your last secret makes it fade black. "I don't love you." My utopia is broken, And so is my heart.'