My dream lover. I have come to the conclusion that I may never make love to my dream lover again. Though I miss him with every part of my being.
I made a promise to my dream lover that I'd never leave. So now I wait in the silence alone with my promise. The promise is the one I made, he never said he'd be here with me.
Now the joy I find in my promise is the process of real love. The love that loves, even when there isn't a reason. The love that doesn't make sense, and makes a fool out of me.
But the other truth to this love is that my love will be mine. His body next to mine, the kiss and embrace of thirsty lovers.
The promise has been made, the outcome uncertain.
The beautiful nature of love.