I find myself dreaming of you so easily.
In those dreams, the way we are together feels no different from reality,
And it fills me with joy—
For no amount of time spent with you could ever be enough.
We always seem to stumble upon the same thoughts,
Surprised by the harmony in our minds.
My life has never held so many coincidences,
As though it has never been filled with so many dreams.
Or perhaps… have we known each other for much longer than we realize?
Or is it some instinctual pull,
A quiet deliberateness that brings me closer to you,
Even before I am aware of it?
I do not wish to pry,
Yet I am allowed glimpses of your past.
They are beautiful, endearing—
Each memory, each shadow overlapping,
Weaving together to form who you are now:
The very best version of you.
I take a step back, giving us space,
Only to find myself invited into your life again.
It catches me off guard,
Almost as though I might still be dreaming.
You say the road ahead is long, and it will be hard.
But in my heart, I quietly whisper, "It’s okay. I will walk with you."
One day, you will become everything you dream of being.
You will have your big, beautiful studio,
And on the day you move in,
I will stand there, smiling as I watch you by your side
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