"only in my dreams. when thinking about you, i realize that only in my dreams can i have you all of the time, all to myself. reality brings obstacles that stand in the way of us being together as much as i would like. and sometimes it's difficult to make time for one another. so i dream a lot. because in my dreams, time is unlimited and the situations are as vast as my imagination. but even with all the options presented in my dreams, the simplest ones are usually the best, since they're just about being with you. flashing back to one of our car talks, one of the lunch encounters, any time i could look into your eyes, into your heart. nothing fancy. no posh hotels, no champagne, no sexy lingerie. sometimes it's just us sitting in a chair, you in my arms, watching the sun rise. together. alone. and sometimes it's just me massaging your body from your head to your feet. rubbing, caressing, soothing. i have often seen these images in my dreams. you know, simple things we could do together. intimate things we could do alone. because i long for the time we can spend together, doing whatever. it doesn't even matter. as long as we're together and we're alone. because being with you, even if it is only in my dreams, is what i live for. the reason i exist. looking into your eyes is an experience that transcends reality. i have to catch myself from getting lost in them. i can see my world in your eyes. my present and my future. the reasons i exist. everything i need. everything i want. everything i desire. which makes me yearn for the time we can spend together. and makes me dream about you when we can't. because you aren't just in my dreams, you are my dream. you are the happiness i seek out in life, the fulfillment i crave. my everything. which is everything a dream should be."
the full version of a thought i used as a status post on fb. and here too, i think (3/20/10).
sometime in '00 or '01, was writing on loose sheets of paper and wasn't dating them.
July 6, 2010
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