It's 6 am.
So, it's 6 am now and I've been awake whole night, thinking of you.
It's cold here. I'm alone but not lonely, as your thoughts have been running inside my mind all of the night.
You're at your home,sleeping. I've been imagining looking at you, sitting by your side,on a chair,sipping coffee and adoring your innocence, your beauty, your slow peaceful breathing and your closed eyes.
I still am cold but my heart is warm, seeing you sleep right by my side,, curling yourself inside the cute, pink, soft , warm blanket, dreaming about something or dancing in your own mind. Every now and then, your lips stretch a little smile as if I'm in your dreams , tickling you, holding you tight, kissing your forehead in a field so green and sky lit blue. The wind blowing through your hair and my fingers running through it. Hope you're dreaming this and smiling.
Hoping I am holding you in your dream, kissing you, holding you tight so close that our breaths are inseparable. Holding you so tight that if I let you go, I won't be able to see you again, holding you so tight as if I've hold my entire world into my arms, holding you so tight that you feel secured, adored, cared and loved.
I wish, I could live this dream one day where I don't have to depend on my imagination to make you feel special, make you feel that there is no other guy in this entire universe who can love you like I do, who can love you like I do.