I'm tired of only seeing you in dreams.
I want to see you in the real world—
feel the warmth of your hand in mine, hear your real laughter,
let the heat between our fingers chase away the lonely nights.
I'm tired of waking up to an empty space beside me,
tired of missing you so much it aches, day after day.
I want you close enough to reach out and touch,
to spend every morning and evening together, year after year.
I want to share everyday life with you,
plant our promises in real ground, not just dreams.
No more asking dreams for comfort—
our story should be written in the years we walk side by side.
Let the dreams spill into reality,
so from now on, you're always there, and nothing stands in our way.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
I'm tired of only seeing you in dreams.
I want to see you in the real world—
feel the warmth of your hand in mine, hear your real laughter,
let the heat between our fingers chase away the lonely nights.
I'm tired of waking up to an empty space beside me,
tired of missing you so much it aches, day after day.
I want you close enough to reach out and touch,
to spend every morning and evening together, year after year.
I want to share everyday life with you,
plant our promises in real ground, not just dreams.
No more asking dreams for comfort—
our story should be written in the years we walk side by side.
Let the dreams spill into reality,
so from now on, you're always there, and nothing stands in our way.
