I wrote this letter in an amazing mood with honest desire to become your man in reality. I love to write and act. Not to just dream about something. I like to feel everything on reality. I like to touch my dream in reality and you happen to be my dream. Are you prepared for such a bold confession from me?
How many sweet minutes did you give me in my dreams. But you pay so little attention to me here. I dream of spending my time with you.
I do not know anything about you. Noe i am happy having invented your tender attitude towards me. Your sympathy. Your love. I don't want to destroy this imaginary world with reality.
Just think, i am not only still capable of love. It turns out that I can be jealous. For the first time in my life I'm jealous. Because it seems to me many that a lot of guys are writing to you.
I want to be the only one. Thats writes and sing for your heart. How many chances are there to get to know each other. How many turns in life a dream gives. If after the next turn there is a cliff. Then there is always an opportunity to go the other way in the next dream.
Any free minutes? These are thoughts about our meeting. I need you like the plants need the rain. Dreaming about you makes life easier. Dreams give peace and drives away fear, delight and grieve. Bring a smile and better tears.