maYbe;
he's lying in bed right now,
dreaming about that one
song that always makes
him think about my big,
brown eyes. or maybe,
he's dreaming about
how everytime he sees
me, he just wants to melt
into a little, useless puddle.
maybe he's >tossing< and
turning because the thought
of him never being able to
have me haunts him. or
maybe, just maybe, he's
dreaming about the very
first moment that our lips
will touch, how magical
everything will seem, how
[((nothing else))] will matter
because he knows that i'm
his, and that i never want
h i m t o l e t m e g o.
****** ♥