Dream a little dream

Feeling focused. Pushing the stress away by dealing with everything. Making lists, doing one thing at a time. I've had my share of councelling today and it did me good.

I tell myself that missing you is doing me good too, and I do miss you tonight. Wondering where you are right now, what you're thinking. Who you're with. I miss your presence, to be able to turn my head one inch and see you there. Lying on my bed, reading a book, biting your nails with a frown. Looking so intense, so alive.
You're so special. ("so fucking special... but I'm a creep..") ha ha

Listening to Swedish heroes like Cornelis, Hellman and Sundström. Fantasising about the future, how I would like it to be. Daring to think about all the "what ifs". I try not to take anything for granted, but what if?
What if we'll find ourselves one day, you and me, in a beautiful flat in central Copenhagen? The walls decorated with your exotic artefacts, the bookshelves heavy with my writing? I'd wake you up with breakfast in bed on Sunday mornings and we'd be one of those desired intellectual, beautiful and rich couple. With our best friends, our chosen family, just around the corner, and a life filled with travels, social adventures and most of all... love.
What if?
Tonight I dare to dream, tonight my hard edges are worn down. Keep me.