The story I never wrote

I have decided to write a love story from afar. 

To believe, to stare, to wait, never to tell. In my head, I have gotten a wedding dress; silver that glitters with a little tiara. 

Every morning after our vows, I would pray and knot your tie. 

But I want you to find your way home. 

Wrap me round your arms and hold on till I smile, peck my forehead without making me cry.

 This journey, this journey of life, I want you to be in it with me. 

We could learn how to carve a beaver.

 I overheard people saying Lee Morgan's sidewalk has an amazing tone, can we dance to it?

 I just want to see you look good in glasses, smile, live, make confessions, and we'd be good on days of test, better when we rest......

Honey boo, does your dreams fit with mine? 

How about if we heal ourselves like Shakespeare said in one of his poems?

 I wrote this love story in my head. I like that you are a nerd.

 Le boo, I don't care. Just smile, let me be one of the reasons you have enough hope to hang in there.

 I was hoping you'd come back for Christmas, the bells are ringing, I just want to remember what you look like, perhaps, dance under the mistletoe. 

 I know you don't dance for long, I just want to hold your hands, I promise, I just want to see you smile. 

That story, the one I wrote in my head, I don't have to be in it, as long as it has you and all that makes you happy. 

It was a dream, it is a dream. Your smile...
Your smile is the only reality, baby.
The Unreal dream I wrote about.