I dreamt about you once.
Playing up to my superficial side, you were tall, dark and handsome. You were quiet, a bit broody but you opened up to me. You loved me, more than I loved you. We were happy, enjoying the intimacy of each other. You knew how to push my buttons. But you always were also there to soothe my ruffled feathers.
I got that feeling again, that tug in my heart. But this time it was so powerful. I knew you were the one for me in this lifetime. You made me feel safe. You were there in my past life too.
We had had a lovely lie-in together. I remember getting up and putting on your shirt from last night. You wouldn’t let me get up to make the coffee so you chased me into the living room. We forgot about your best friend who was crashing in our living room. He told us to quit being an overly-happy newly-married couple.
As I made the morning coffee, you and your best bud discussed work. You brought up going to New York and you got me a ticket cuz you knew I’d never been and really wanted to go. It was sweet and I felt really lucky that I had married you. But I also remembered wanting to pay for my half just so we don’t ever take each for granted in the long run.
I was happy, safe, satisfied and proud that you were my man. I felt the completion and I get this incredibly strong feeling that you’re out there and real.
I’m already missing you so…
Where are you? And when will you arrive?
