I had a dream about you last night. I saw your face….your black eyes filled with mysteries and insight of a completely different universe, a universe I wanted to be a part of; your teeth, perfectly translucent every time they showed against your dark skin; your voice, every time you sing, my ears can hear your love for music, for me….I could see it so clearly it was as if you were dreaming the same dream as I was. I refused to wake up, only knowing I didn’t want to stop feeling the warmth of your smile you would paint on your face every single time you looked into my eyes, I knew I would miss that happy feeling I felt when I knew you wanted to be next to me, letting every one see what we have. Only making every one around us jealous because no one in the whole world could have what we have, not even the people who were absolutely and completely madly in love with one another. You sang to me…….you sang me beautiful words of adoration, fascination, plans for the future, long beards and sitting on the front porch while you smoked your pipe and I knitted. For the first time in months, you were genuinely happy to see me. And that, that was more than I could ever ask for…….even in a dream.