I was dreaming about you again. Just thought that you should know
I had all of your undivided attention and I knew then and there that I was in love with this moment.
Even if it didn't really happen.
Your lips were so tender and soft, your hands were so gentle and warm, and your eyes were so clear and beautiful, it's hard to imagine that it was all in my head.
I tried to hold on to the dream for as long as possible, even when I was on the brink of consciousness, I held on to your wavering image like a life rope, like it was all I had, and all I could depend on.
And your expression was so sweet when it was time to say good-bye, it was almost as if you were trying to speak to me, but I awoke before you had a chance.
Perhaps tonight I'll see you again. Hopefully.
Then maybe, before I wake up, you'll tell me what you've been intending to tell me before.
That's why waking up is the happiest and saddest part...
I know you're finally just about to speak, but then the illusion is shattered as the morning sunshine hits my eyes.
But there's always the next night, and the night after that.
Maybe one day, I'll finally get to speak to you, too.
And maybe, just maybe, if that day ever comes, we'll both be awake.