dream

you are a dream. Sometimes a nightmare. But always a dream. You are a place of my purest happiness. I guess it looks to you like I am pretending but you are source of my happiness. I wish I can give you my feelings so you can have that part of me. Hear my heart when we are well. I think about you all the time.

It hurts when you are sad. Or not well. 

My urge is always to show you that I care.

I love you more than I know how to show.

But I love you.

And I fantasize about you in the dress.

About seeing you walk confidently.

As you should.

I love to hold your hand.

Wake up to a kiss.

Fall asleep touching you.

Being hugged by you.

When you rub your feet on mine.

I want to make love to you again.

I forgot how to.

I just need so little back again.

But I love you.

And despite everything I am still in love with you.