I daydream about a lot. I daydream about the time I’m going to meet my one true love. No drama, no missed calls, no lack of communication. I daydream about a man that is not afraid of showing his emotions. His affection. His dreams. And his nightmares. His worst fears. I daydream about love. The type of love that you both feel connected. Souls intertwined. Bodies like one. I daydream about a lot. And in between I daydream about your face. The way you look at me. The way I want to smile every time I look at you. The way the rest of the world shuts down everytime you touch me. I daydream about a lot. When I’m surrounded by all the faces from the daily basis. Or even when I’m all alone. I daydream about a man. He is the most handsome I’ve ever seen. I daydream about someone, who has a baggage just like me. I daydream about his eyes, the way he speaks and his beautiful hands around me. I daydream about this love, the one that will last and forever stay with me. I daydream about...