The Dream

Jannuary 24, 1863

It was one of those dreams, it was about her, or what you call it"My Love". I never thought it would get to the point where i would dream about her. I am always Dreaming about her now in days. But this dream!Its' killing me! it was so real, i never wanted to wake up. The dream started out with her in my house. Parents gone for the month, and me and her had the whole house to our self. of course we did what all silly teenagers did, have sex. but that was not important. The important part was, sleeping next to her, feeling her warm body next to mine, seeing her beautiful smile, and hearing her voice that was oh so graceful. I could feel me going crazy how much i loved her. the kissing of course was, mouthwatering. Feeling her soft gentle lips pressing against mine, and her soft hand gently touching my face. it was so real it reminded me and her together. the best part of the dream was, we would lye there in bed staring at one another. Gazing at her sweet innocent eyes filled me up with happiness. h! how i loved it when she smiled at me every time she saw me. But those eyes, were so beautiful and graceful, i just wanted to stared at those eyes for ever. this dream warmed my heart to the point where i just wanted to cry. I hate how I am in love with her, that i need her I am my life. I just wish we could see one another like we used to instead of texting to one another. but i cant so these dreams are all i have, to keep the little insanity that i have left.

GW