Confessions of a Dreaming Heart

Dear Little,1

In the darkest hours of the night, my head is filled with the brilliant images of your smile, the warm rolling of your laugh, and the sensuous breathing that comes so evenly through the phone lines. And in all the wonderful glory that is you, wrapped safely in both my blanket and my memory, you make me the happiest woman on earth. In times of solitude, mediocre contemplation and every day boredom, you are the fixed thought in my head, the reason behind my sudden fleeting smiles and the light shining from behind my eyes. I know I have hurt you, and though it made everything inside of me shriek to see you so upset, you also make me cherish those moments, for in them you revealed the forgiving part of your nature that I have come to love.2

Even though you live thousands of miles away from me, the Earth does not feel too large. On some nights, when you're singing those corny Britney Spears songs, or meowing playfully at the cat, I feel like if only I would reach out I could lightly stroke your hair, and pull it away from your face for a kiss. Those moments in the middle of a conversation when you suddenly blurt out "I love you" make my heart flutter, bringing crimson butterflies to my cheeks and a Cheshire grin to my lips. Whenever I read love poems or hear a love song, I feel that surely you must have inspired them all...who else could have been so radiant as to be the source of all this joy?3

You are my sun, my moon, my stars and winter sky. You illuminate my way for me and guide me through all my self conscious blunderings. I love you, I deeply do, and the million and one times I've said it aren't enough for me to express the awe I have for you, or the hold you have over my passionately beating heart. Till the forever I never thought I'd believe in, I will love you. 4

Love, Candace.
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