The ghost of my dreams

 Here I lay thinking of you...all of the wonderful things about you. How deep my love goes for you. I keep imagining all of the things I want you to do to me...all of the things I want to do to you. I lay in bed, breathing heavy as I think back to the old times, the little moments we have had in the past. The times you have made my heart race, the times you have taken my breath away. It's always been you Ryan, only you can make me feel this way. I watched a romance movie tonight on Netflix called the tears mill and now I can't stop thinking of the love we have. The love you try to conceal deep within you. You are kind of like the wolf in the movie, but you are the ghost of my dreams. You are like a ghost, haunting me in the most thrilling way, oh how I never want you to stop, but I wish it could be more real. I want to look into your eyes, deeply, this is something I've always wanted to do with you. Instead, I do this to photos of you, but it's not the same. I want you to kiss my lips, to kiss my body, to touch me, and I want to feel it and have it be real. I want us to be real. Our love to be real. I want us to not hold back. You are my fantasy, but I want it to be real, alive, pulsing, fluttering. I want you to give me butterflys every minute of the day. I want to feel you, every part of you. Maybe you will never understand this, but I just want you and every part of our love to be authentic. I know it has been 10 years since I first locked eyes with you, but my feelings will never change. My love will never die for you. 

I love you, my eternal lover

xoxo-Court