I've had the dream again. He holds me tight in his arms. He loves me passionately and I know he would die without me. I am the air he breathes and his heart as it beats.He has many faces. Most often, he is my 8th/9th grade boyfriend. Sometimes he is just the guy from the television commercial I saw before I fell asleep. It really doesn't matter who he is. He makes me feel as if I am the only human being on earth who matters.
Sigh...and then I wake up.
3 comments:
That one kind of makes me want to cry.
The dream of every girl!
I need to hug my girl more often :(
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