I admit - I’ve dreamed of love countless of times before. I dreamed of the hands that would one day grasp mine and it would be the moment where the spaces between my fingers find their perfect match. I dreamed of the arms that would one day wrap themselves around me to have me feel safe, warm, and comforted. I dreamed of the lips that would be tenderly placed on me when you and I had our moments - the lips that would caress me when times get rough and the lips that would hurt me when debates rose. I dreamed of the eyes that would one day captivate me the moment we meet and lure me to stay by his side. I dreamed of the mind that would somehow fish my heart out of the water, dry it and keep it safe. I dreamed of the heart that would move every inch of my mind and have me addicted to his presence. I dreamed of the moment we swear ourselves to each other and everything in the world just wouldn’t matter. Even laying right next to each other in our bed, the feeling of how everything is just right would be at our fingertips and where our lips locked.
Words that sound too perfect like it was rehearsed is just pure smooth talking and with only that, it just doesn’t cut it. Conversations that opens and touches base with the soul always leaves room for exploring - the prying of emotions, the raw feelings slipping through the lips, and the words being exchanged is refreshing because there’s no other conversations as good as the unscripted.