Oct. 05, 2003 @ 10:17 p.m.

It’s bad enough that I only see you once a week but now you torture me in my dreams. I never would have said I liked torture or being put through trials and tribulations but as I awoken this morning with the visions of you in my head from a colorful dreamland, my smile had never been more quickly found in a day. Last night, I was fighting off things for you, paving the way and watching out for your well being and assuring safety. I’d like to think that I could always be there to protect you, say the right thing and be around with open arms, completely capable, ready and absolutely willing to embrace you at a second’s notice of tears, smiles or varied emotion that leaks from your existence. Last night, my heartbeat changed to match yours and only while I was asleep could I ever fully appreciate that for what it is. I can’t explain my dreams. I can’t explain my words. I can’t explain this feeling. I...can’t...explain...can you?