I had a dream last night, one where I was whisked away in the arms of a love. A love so pure even angels envy it, Sweet like honey, dripping from the top of my head, capturing the essence of my soul, in doing so, moulding me and gently teaching me how to feel A love that completes me and makes me whole. Listen, I dreamt of a love An unconventional, but familiar kind of love. One that doesn’t need to conform to what’s supposedly normal But a carefree kind of love that is not subjected to rules but governed by free will, the will to love. One that gives me hope and rids me of my burdens and in turn gives me peace and blissful happiness. A love whose mandate is complete and utter contentment. An unfamiliar yet pleasant warm feeling, I must confess. But as the sun wakes to caress my skin in the morning, I slowly realise that it was just a dream, mere expansions of my deepest desires, longing to be fulfilled.