Dear

I know I shouldn’t,

Couldn’t,

Can’t,

But I still do.

I dream of you,

Constantly,

Consistently.

I love you.

You are

my one.

I know.

I just can’t

Admit my faults.

I dream

of tomorrow,

of believing

in dreams

like wishes.

There is no past.

No presence.

No future.

With or

Without

Love.

As I silently wipe tears away.

~ by christel42 on March 5, 2012.