Daydreams

I don’t get to see you nearly as much as I want. You have so much going on, I wonder how you do it all. I wish I could somehow help, but I know I can’t, so all I can do is try to be there as a friend for you. I’d bring more cookies in if that’d help. I hope you know you can talk, call, text or come to me anytime (a string strung between two tin cans would work, too, you know I have no boundaries with you, right?). I will always make time for you. And if you ever decide you want to just hang out to talk or vent or whatever, well, let me know. It could be interesting or fun, nothing so serious you’d have to worry about. You’d be safe. And we can take it slow, maybe just in my dreams though.

I do love it when you show up in my dreams, even more so when I don’t get to see you much. There’s one image of you that stays with me, and I can see it like it was just yesterday. You were helping me, all covered up, head to toe, the only thing showing were your eyes. Mia bella, your eyes. You have absolutely the most beautiful, expressive blue eyes I have ever seen, quite literally I can see into your soul. How can I not think of you.

Everything about you is so gorgeous, daydreams of running my hands gently over your shoulders down to your waist, gripping your hips with my hands, and pulling you in close, oh so close, so our bodies touch. Imagining what that would be like, feeling your warmth against me. All your delicate, smooth curves suddenly coming to life. Your eyes, fixed on my eyes, saying nothing but knowing everything, as our hands and fingertips and bodies explore each other. Curious and in awe of the life in you. But I must behave before I get too carried away. I think you get the idea where my mind and heart are at. Miss you amore mio.