Dream, a dream of ours. Each night, we drift to sleep on a shared call, hearts entwined across the distance, dreaming of the day when we'll be together, under the same roof—our roof. Every night, I envision a life brimming with happiness and joy, a time of loving and being loved by my partner, with my partner. This is my deepest longing. To awaken together, brew tea, and sit on our balcony, gazing into the clear, beautiful night sky while savoring our beloved Earl Grey.
I turn my head towards her; she mirrors me. Our eyes meet, and we exchange a tender smile, knowing we've finally made it, that we're together after what seemed like an eternity. Never did we dare to hope this day would come, when we'd look back on our past, recalling our fervent wishes to be united, always battling life's challenges, ensuring every path we took led us closer. We embrace passionately, then retreat inside to cuddle, our cat nestled between us, and lose ourselves in our favorite shows and movies, always accompanied by tea.
As we sit on the couch, she leans on my shoulder, her smile serene as sleep overtakes her. In each other's arms, we drift into dreams. The next morning, Amber gazes at me and whispers, "It was a wonderful night, wasn't it, Noah?" I smile and nod, and we return to cuddling, savoring our time together. We make tea and plan our day, the idea of baking cinnamon rolls arising—a delightful thought, I agree, since I adore cinnamon rolls.
Then I awaken, glancing at my phone to see her silently sleeping on the call. I can almost feel her smile, dreaming of the same thing: the day we'll finally be together, sharing tea under our roof. I love her.
