As the time draws closer I seem to be having more dreams of you. Some I remember vividly, like me sneaking around your home, always on the verge of getting caught, until I catch you by yourself and stolen quick kisses become passionate love making. Others I barely remember, but I know they involved an intimate closeness with your thighs. A myriad of emotions run uncharacteristically rampant through my body. A cacophony of fear, concern, anger, longing, and love overpowering my analytical mind and resonating unabashedly through my body. An autonomic nervous system loosed from the bonds of its mental overlord kicked into overdrive making up for lost time. Is this the dysregulated five moving to a seven you talked about? Or just a man rightfully concerned about a woman he loves in a potentially dangerous situation? Two things can be true.
I don’t know if you need them, but there are two things I want you to understand. 1) I love you. And at this point it is clear to me that that isn’t something that is going to change. 2) You are absolutely worth loving and all the effort necessary to show that love. I believe that anyone that may have made you feel otherwise needed to do so because of their own unworthiness. Your light shines bright and dimming it is the only option when people stand before it and don’t like what it illuminates in themselves. I personally enjoy the warmth of the light and plan on experiencing it as much as is practical.
Hopefully the dream trend continues. A poor substitute for the real thing but a welcome distraction nonetheless until I can start dreaming of memories instead.
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