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.