Everyday before I wake up. I have dreams. Some are about you. some are about me. But most are about us. But everytime it seems to end before it becomes reality. I fear that this could be a warning sign. But like always, I ignore those signs because I believe in a thing called love. It's no ordinary word in a dictionary. It has a form of material to itself. Some will call it lust. Some will call it... well just love. The point is, we seek this material everyday. I have a bit of a promise I want to keep to you (and only you). That is if you can keep my heart in 2. On a sunny day. Bright skies, birds chirping. Me and you will forever be stuck in a dream.