Sometimes I wish i could purposely cry so you would hold me in your arms and tell me everything would be OK.
I want you to be the one to hold me when i feel weak...with my head on your chest falling asleep to the sound of your heart beat.
I fell your fingers playing with my hair and the smell of your cologne mixed with the dozen roses you bought me, that sit still on the table.
Sitting on the couch, nobody is in the house besides you and me. It is quite. You take a blanket and wrap it around the both of us. You kiss me on the forehead and softly whisper
I LOVE YOU.
...but me thinking all of this could happen between us would be wrong because i know it would never become true. That is why i wish i lived in a dream.
