You haunt my dreams so frequently. This ethereal life we live in the night reliving old memories.
As our eyes replay our old lives, so do our hearts and mending minds. We watch these great films and grasp as much as we can remember. Fleeting feelings of love and indulging in forever.
I used to dream of a man with a shadowed face. Longing to recall his eyes that I know are pure grace. I travel the world with this man—his love and desire to hold my hand. He explains the meaning I’ve been longing to hear. What the melodies mean and why the world needed them near. I tell him how I kept them near me and why they touched me oh so dearly. He always says the same thing, “It’s always been you, the love you bring”
I’ll never forget that goddamn jacket. The one you look so good in, I repeat, I said I’ll never forget it.
You do see me, and I see you. You are me, it’s undeniably true.
You mean so much to me, and I could never exhaust every angle of expression. Telling you I love you will be the world’s longest confession. I’d tell you every time you see, because truly, it’s always been me.