I had a dream about him last night.
We were together again . We were at his house , like old times. Sitting
on his couch, hand in hand. Just hanging out, completely comfortable with
eachother. He asked me why I loved him. I thought about it for a second and
finally answered. "Well, for starters, you always tell me I'm gorgeous and know
exactly what to say and when to say it. You can make me laugh until it hurts &
you can change my mood completely when I'm at my lowest point. You're smart
and extremely cute, and deffinately romantic. Lastly, you love me for me." He
smiled, then kissed me. Then I woke up, and I cried my eyes out.
I miss those days.