Eight minutes to write.
In my dreams, we're slow dancing to a song. And in this song, we have the happiness of being together and holding each other close. In this song, we can feel magic. Because a memory is etching deeply into our minds and hearts only to be relived each time the song is heard again.
In my dreams, I'm feeding you soup when you're sick and driving you home when the day is through and you're just too exhausted to go on. Because we spend our energy chasing our own dreams but, at the end of the day, I'll be the one that brings your charger and says "Sweetie, let's pause and appreciate the simple things."
In my dreams, your hug is only whisper away. You draw me in before the tears fall and all the comfort in your voice translates suddenly into a place where I can hide myself when my troubles seem too overwhelming.
In my dreams, you say "I love you" and I believe it in all the little hidden corners of my heart and it makes me happy. I believe it because you help me believe it and it's not just me wishing.. hoping that you'll one day become my part-time lover and full-time friend.
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