and i don't ever want to wake up from this dream. this vivid mess of my pounding heart, and shaking limbs. you are the wind, and i am but i tree dancing about with your slightest caress. kissing me with soft whispers, and between covers and blankets. your dialated pupil is a universe i want to fall into. the curves of your smile, i only hope to rest a while, singing you to better thought, and petting your face like i did when we first met. and we, we are so stupidly baby happy to the cd i made you, if i could turn the pulled of thread from your blanket into a kite string to let us fly, i'd be blue with your sky. and we would never return, and i would love you like i could never ever love a human soul, and we'd have the silly married life we pretended to have a few moments ago, when i would read, and you would grab my leg, and we'd have sex with white comforters, and roll around. and i'd make you pancakes in the morning and coffee you wouldnt drink, and you would just have to give me sunday breakfast in bed, cus you too would love me like you have never loved another human soul, and we'd be full and whole with love, just like we were full with breakfast. and we'd never stop winking at eachother, and you would stll grab my ass like it was top secret. we were 3,5,6,14,16,30, and 70 years old today i lived my whole damn life with you and loved every minute of it. nothing in this world, in my dreams was more real than you holding my face kissing my cheeks and forehead, and telling me to never forget you. and how could i forget you? how my romeo, my blanket prince, my youniverse, could i forget you?and when i leave back to michigan, and finish school i will come back to you, and no matter where you are or who you're with i will love you. and we will be kite strings.

i mean what would your ideal life be? what were your plans with me? i want toknow. please tell me