The two hundred and fifty-fifth thing I love about us is that when I dream my happiest, most wonderful dreams, they are of you.
And when I wake up, the reality is even better than a dream.
Sometimes I wake up after a dream and I don't remember it but I feel super warm and cozy and happy and I turn my head on my pillow and I see you and I think, "I must have been dreaming of Elle!"
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Sometimes I wake up after a dream and I don't remember it but I feel super warm and cozy and happy and I turn my head on my pillow and I see you and I think, "I must have been dreaming of Elle!"
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