Water runs by

It was the silence of a babbling brook. The utter perfect stillness of nature. A sound he had been seeking for so long, it sounded like pure heaven. It was a stillness that couldn't be duplicated. No sound machine would ever effectually capture the special quality that could only be found away from distractions.
His life was nothing but a constant distraction these days. There was no pretending it was otherwise. One job decreased only to have another opportunity present itself. Choices made, decisions, and there was no turning back now. Doctors giving him bad news, forcing him to change his life or die. Yes, life was full of stress.
But this, this little oasis, this was peace. He sat down beside the stream, gazing wistfully into its clear waters. He missed her. That would never change. He would always miss her. Because he couldn't be with her. Despite everything, that was all he ever wanted, attention. Sighing sadly, he gazed into the waters again. Like water down the stream, the time for regrets had passed. He had done the only thing he knew how to solve the problem. He had walked away. At least, tried his best. It's hard to walk away from your heart, your bloodstream.
Licking his lips in thirst, he dipped his cup into the stream. The water was pure and cool. Refreshing. Sating his thirst, he laid back thinking of her again.
Drifting off to sleep, he wondered if he would at least see her in a dream?