I knew I was going to marry you
the first time we said good-bye.
It didn't feel like forever
(although I cried like it was).

I have this reoccurring dream
where I'm sitting in a bar
surrounded by my work friends
talking way too much shop for
a Saturday evening on the town.
You come right over to me
like we've been planning to meet here all along,
and coo, "Hi honey, long time no see."
You hug me so hard I want you to squeeze me
out of this life
to escape with you.

I have this other dream,
(not unlike ones most girls have
about their wedding days)
only mine isn't like theirs-
all planned out except for the man.
The only thing I have figured out
is you and the color of my dress.

We keep saying, "Not the right time.
Not the right place in our lives"
and I know its at least ten years off
for me.
And my psychic says I've never met the man I'll marry
but I think that's just because I met you so young
and we both have a lot of changing left to do.