The truth is I keep dreaming about you. About the holding hands, the small smiles, the cute blushes, the great things.
Dear mister, why are you doing this to me. It's like you know my feelings towards you, but you ignore them.
If we where to live in 1802 you would be the rich heir and I the governess daughter. We would not be allowed to be together, for you would've been arranged to someone else.
Can our paths really cross in an intimate way? Would it work out? Why do I keep feeling this way?
The dreams I have of you are pure and innocent. Maybe in my other life we already belong to each other.
Maybe you already look at me like the only girl in your world. In another world.
