Fleeting.

Fleeting

Laughing
Dancing
Smiling
Loving
Leaving
Hurting
Crying
Gone.

Life is fleeting. Loves are fleeting.
They comes, you laugh at their jokes, because everything they do makes you giddy and you giggle. You dance around each other, teasing and twirling until smiling, you fall into their arms, loving them, and they loves you. Suddenly, one of you has to leave. It hurts, and you cry, trying to release the pain. Then they're gone, and you realize how you would have done anything to get that time back.