I was thinking about you. You moved away. I miss you. I dreamt about you. The dream was of I was too shy to tell you how I feel about you. But I heard you talking about how shy you are about it too. Then I heard you call out to me, "Can you come over here that we could talk?" I did. "I want to be with you," you said. I said it too. We put our hands together. Looking at one another. We shared a kiss.
"I have always loved you," I said. You smiled so wonderfully. Your beautiful face was the last thing I seen then I woke up. Now I'm hoping that you will come back to me that we can be together. Because I love you.