Love letter # 531

I dreamt about you last night…and no, I did not fall out of bed twice. I was, however, reminded. Moved.

Nothing erotic or classically romantic happened; in fact, our interactions were unspectacular. But that was the thing. The intimacy was easy. Me complimenting you on your dress. You filling me in on your plans for the day. Agreeing to meet up later. The soft tenderness of a familiar kiss. As if there was an ‘us’.

I woke up happy. The mood has persisted. Now, at last, I know what I want.