The Dream
My love, each night I dream of you and of your words of love that haunt my every waking moment. The other night I dreamt that we met at a small cafe. We were so anxious about meeting each other. We chatted about our nervousness, our anxiety, and fear of rejection. The afternoon quickly passes and turns into evening. You have to leave because you have to work but I ask you to walk me to my car. Our hands touch and interlock. We look like a pair of high school sweethearts. As we get to my car, we...