The part where moments mean something

You make me dream…

I stare out into the distance.

My eyes fixed on the view and my mind lost in recent memories and excitement for the next time we meet.

My productivity drops and my tummy ties up in knots.

My breath catches and I smile.

You etch the laugh lines on my face and you make me treasure the simplest of moments.

You make me dream…

How can it be that I share my enthusiasm with you and you don’t run away?

Why is it that you happen to be leaving just as I’ve arrived?

I want to ask you if you think we could be something…

Because, you make me dream.


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