Dreaming
I'm dreaming always of being with you every time i cook, i read, i write, i cry, i go to places i'm safe with, every single bit of time, i think and dream about you. Sometimes when the idea of i can't hold you because i might get hurt, cross my head frustrates me, i mean, it's always been my desire to waste my time with you so i can hold you forever and turn dull days to worthwhile days. We could grab your favourite drinks and read books if you want to. we could go to museum and get lost in there. we could bake macaroons and cookies or cook pasta. we could dance all day long, if you'll let me. These are my fantasies that live free in my head, hoping someday it will come true. maybe if we did all of this, that would be the biggest joy in my whole entire existence, so badly, so undeniably, i want to have something with you that is hard to say goodbye to. permission; let me hold you i hardly beg you on you to erase the worries run in my entire body, that creates a high sadness inside my body oh, what's with the unsureness anyway? i am more than sure than certain i tell you, vanish everything that scares you i catch you, if you fall, so gladly i'll die if i'll let you go.

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