I'll let you in my blanket next time if we meet again.
I refuse to be worn out because of a person who doesn't exist and is a figment of my imagination.
But I'll let you be the voice in my head.
I'll keep you inside instead.
And if you are real, like really really real, a breathing-living-human-being kind of real...
Let's meet shall we?
And if we do meet, I hope I don't remember you as the person from my dream...
And yet I hope you're exactly like that person in my dream.
If I sleep longer do I get to see you again? I wonder.
Posted via LiveJournal app for iPad.