Young II

Late at night, when sleeping fails, I replay all our moments together in my head and I watch them as if it were a movie. I would analyse all the dialogues and imagine everything that could have been said and things that need not be shared. I dream of the times we may have later. If we are apart, I think of all the things I want to say to you. If I had said something that unintentionally hurt you, I would spend sleepless nights thinking of ways to make amends. If I had made you smiled, I would try to find ways I could later make you laugh.

You fill my head with dreams.

You are my dreams.