I close my eyes and a boy appears every time...I'm dreaming about a boy...with snowy-blonde extremely fluffy hair like a cloud, a kind-hearted look on his breathtakingly perfect face...How? How is he so uncontrollably magnificent?
I look at him and his whole atmosphere just stays in the back of my mind forever and ever.
He's just so magical...one world from him would be a miracle or a disaster to me.
Me. And Him. Lot of common things, but he's an angel.
A true angel.
I imagine that we sit on a bench in the morning, with a coffee and a cigarette, talking about the little stupid things in life...
You. Talking. To me. It's a living heaven to imagine...You, a hella fluffy angel and me. There's nothing so special about me, but You're so...just incredibly magical and I can't say it in words how perfect and mysterious You are...I wanna talk to You like a friend, like a known human, just talk. I want to run my fingers through Your hair, to search each other after every lesson, to bring You food and drink. To be there for You. I want to...
2022.09.20.
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Imagination
Romancein my dreams, you're still with me. You still call me you're cutie, you still love me. My heart just can't let you go. You're mine, and You know that.
