All my precious memories of our youth feel like a dream sometimes, but a dream I know for certain I had.
The memories are strong but dreamlike.
Every morning when I wake, with my arms still wrapped around you, the butterflies well up and my heart cries out “it’s true, it’s really you!”
Every day I read the words you write, they echo the sweet words you wrote all those years ago, and when we meet I hold you close, look into your beautiful eyes and hear your soft voice, so I know I’m not dreaming now.
I’m the luckiest man in the world, my dreams came true! Xxx