I still have dreams and your the leading man. You hold my hand and tell me not to worry, just like old times. We’re young forever and nothing can change that moment we have right there. Everything is perfect; your dishelved hair, your smile, the way you know how to make me cry with laughter. Everything is perfect, in that split second I’m yours and your mine.
And then I wake up. Your not here. It’s been months, months, and we haven’t spoken a word.
I wish for the day my dream becomes a reality once more….