Sunday 9 June 2013

Another anecdote.

Someday you’ll come for me, on your mighty steed with a shining chariot tailing behind. You’ll slide off and I’ll run to you arms, and we’d be the happiest people on the planet. We’d laugh once again. Better this time, because I laugh better now. My eyes will shine as it looks into yours. You’ll pull me into your arms closer, and hold me tight. I’d close my eyes, breathe in the most wonderful scent of contentment, and then my eyes would flutter open.

And I’d realize that it was all just a dream.

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