and every night I dream of someone I haven’t met yet.
I dream of holding her in my arms and kissing her on the mouth.
I tell her that I’ve loved her ever since I first knew what love was.
I tell her that I’m already hers even though she doesn’t know it.
I tell her that someday neither of us will ever end the day in an empty bed again.
I tell her that every bad day we’ve ever had is just a step closer to each other.
I tell her that she’s the reason it wasn’t all for nothing,
I tell her that I’m on my way.
and even though I know she’s coming either way,
I ask her to hurry up.
I’m ready to love again.