First Love
December 21, 2004 @ 12:29 pm
Summary: You make reality better than my dreams.
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Every night I lay in bed thinking of you.
Sometimes I can’t sleep
because you make reality better than my dreams.
When I finally drift off to sleep
the last thought I have is of you.
I think about you every time I wake.
Everytime I’m without you
I find myself wishing you were here with me.
When you hold me I melt in your arms.
I want to hug you and never let go.
Your fingers fill the spaces between mine
And your love fills the spaces in my heart.
I love you.