Yesterday's night somehow you crept into my dreams, and you had your arms wrapped around me, and it felt so real. I woke up to realize that I had wrapped my own arms around my stomach; I had been holding myself. Then last night I dreamed that a head was on my shoulder, and a hand was holding mine, and I woke up with my own head resting on my shoulder, and my hands held each other. Am I meant to be alone forever? Will I only experience tender love in my dreams?
Maybe I need to learn to cherish my own skin instead of waiting for someone else to first. Maybe I'm too lost to realize that I've already been found. Some times I just want someone to stop and say "I love you," and actually mean it. And then maybe I think too much. Maybe I write too much. Maybe I live too little.
