My nights are riddled with dreams about him.
Sometimes they're good,
Sometimes they're bad.
Last nights dream was both.
We were in a room full of people.
I was on one side and he was on another and as I stared and stared trying to see if it was him he turned and gave me that smile.
That little smile that could draw me to tears.
And I knew.
As he turned back around and continued to speak with the people,
I couldn't move my eyes,
Couldn't tame my pounding heart.
But I just had to wake up.
I had to leave those dreams.
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Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)
RomanceI may not be able to give all this love to the one who doesn't know I'm here but why let it go to waste when I can let it overflow here?
