I used to be a dreamer. I lay awake at night believing I could do great things, believing that I could be somebody. Suddenly a whirlwind of forgottenness and darkness engulfed me and I felt as though I was nothing. I thought nothing, hoped for nothing. The millions of glorious colors were all gone; fading away like a forgotten dream. My soul no longer ached for the unpredictable future and how illustrious it could be. But then then I met you. I saw you on that wondrous night and looking into your eyes I saw my dreams. I knew you were the missing piece. The features of your face reflecting everything I'd ever hoped for. You set off a spark in my heart, a wildfire in my soul. This fueled my dreams which birthed an uproarious fire of hope and adventure. I dreamt a million vivid dreams all because of you. Just you. I can see the lights in the distance, just the way I had seen it thousand of times, perfecting my daydreams until I felt content. You set off the dreams in me I had suppressed for so long. The day I lose you is the day the darkness pulls me back in, the day I fall back into the stagnant, blank abyss. The day I forget to dream will be the day I lose sight of who I truly am.