Of what I want to wake up to. Of the mornings we would have. and the moments we would share. of each breathe and each trace. The roads i would walk to meet you at the corner of your lips. A scream of love in the utter silence and no more searching for where I should be, when i fall asleep.
Woman of my dreams?
no, our days would make my dreams jealous of what they cannot compare to.
Dream come true?
Faith come through.