I Dreamed of you last night

At home. We both cook while listening to music and we trade stories about our day.

We bathe together so we'll both feel cool and fresh.

We have dinner by candlelight and there's piano and violin music playing in the background.

We talk about science, philosophy, literature, art, music... whatever comes to mind.

That's what we love about our dates: we never know where the conversation will lead.

We clean up and do the dishes. We spend the rest of the night sharing things we never thought we'd tell anyone before --

things we thought we'd forgotten, things we wanted to forget,

but we share them anyway because that's how secure we are with each other.

There's a goodnight kiss.

Maybe followed by another one, this time deeper and longer.

We end the night with a hug (okay, maybe another kiss for the peaceful night) and make plans for the next day.

And I woke up this morning, alone in my bed, in my place.

So it's just dream. and i sigh. and whispered...

"I missed you so much... and I love you very much."

~*~