i dream, these nights, of being able to spend them with you.

last night i had a dream. you were there, talking to someone. and i just waited, happily, as you talked, because i knew, i knew that when you were done, when the conversation was over, i would be able to fold myself up in you, against you, next to you, close to you.

i could wait forever happily knowing i would get that.

it's gotten to the point that i can't plan my future out because of you.

and i like it that way.

i like not being able to say what i'll do in two years, because i haven't talked it over with you, and i dont know where you want to be in two years.