There is something so utterly delightful in finding myself wrapped up in your arms while whispers of love are exchanged in the quiet, and a future with you  shines bright in the distance. 

I am inexpressibly excited to learn how to love with you.

I love you because all of those others only loved me in my imaginings. They were wisps of nothing, that grew out of control in unsubstantiated hopes and lying dreams.

But you, my love, are real.

You are more than a hope, and you are so much greater than any dream.
And you love me.

And that’s why I love you, darling.

You told me you dreamt of me last night.
Though it seems strange,
a dream of waking.

You said I slept beside you 
in the morning light.
And you lied there,
just enjoying.

Then you woke me,
in your sleep,
with a gentle kiss,
and you held me close to your beating heart.

I love how these dreams draw us
close together,
even while we sleep apart. 

I surround myself with thoughts of you as I fall asleep, hoping they’ll keep me company in my dreams. I Imagine your arms enclosed around me, the sound of your heartbeat, recalling memories.

Love, come home to me.