I dreamt about you. I was in a kitchen. Looking out the window. I saw you. You started walking to the kitchen. I saw you come through the door. "Hi." "Hi." We hugged. We parted. Looking at your pretty face. I missed seeing you. We stayed close together. I was filled with the love that I have for you. I reached out and gently took a hold of your hand. Tell her how you feel, my mind said. "[  ], are you happy?" "I . . .' You were hesitating. "I don't know." I felt my grip gently tightening. "You know that I care about you." "I know." We looked at our hands. I looked up at you. Tell her. "[  ]," Looking at you. I almost told you, "I want to be with you. You deserve to be happy with me.". "I love you, [  ]." I leaned forward and kissed you. You kissed me back. We parted. Still close. Your pretty face was all I saw. We leaned each other's head onto one another. And kept looking at one another. "I love you," you whispered. I saw your pretty smile the one I missed. Then I woke up.