June 2010
“Our dreams reveal us to ourselves. The people we are, the people we’d like...”
Mystery book
Every night before I drift off to sleep, I think of one thing: you. Cliche, yet true. I think of who you were before I even knew you existed. I think of who you were when I knew of you, but didn’t know you. I think of who you were when we first started talking. I think of who you were when we started our relationship. I think of who you are today. Every day, I learn more about you. Something...
“I love you.
That’s my secret.
No hearts. No pretty drawings. No poems or...”
