Daydream.

 

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 coffee in bed,

Bed sheets on the floor,

And him there right beside me.

I daydream about a love,

That I know I will keep,

I will water and cherish

In every step possibly.

-scmm