We’ve gone on a late night beach visit. The fires crackling in the background and you’ve managed to get tangled in the hammock with me. You’re half on top of me with our heads pressed together. You’re complaining about it but youre not doing anything to get out. I kiss every inch of your face and play with your hair and we fall asleep to the sound of quaint flames and rushing waves.

I keep waiting for this feeling to go away. This feeling like I’m in a dream, and I’m waiting to wake up. But I go to sleep, and wake up, and you’re still here and you still love me. I keep waiting but it doesn’t lessen, I’ve never felt this before you. This must be love, though I’m not sure. It has to be, this is the stuff of dreams. I love it. I love you.