Impact

I fell.

HARD.

And he caught me, 

And he wrapped me up safe in his arms, 

And he surrounded me with his love...

And together we fell

And by some miracle...

....both survived the impact.

Dream

I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I and our messy, wonderful, complicated future. Babies and lazy Sunday's and romps through forests and sunshine filled meadows.  

I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I -- against the odds we survive and love and live and create the most incredible life. 

I can see it and it's just, ::JUST:: out of reach.  I get caught up in the what-ifs and if-onlys and hope and hope and hope. 

I have this reality, this present, it's beautiful. He and I and our real, honest, easy, overwhelming love.  I have his back and he has mine and we trust and love and compromise and talk....and ::GODS:: when we kiss...when we kiss nothing else matters and nothing else exists except for his soul intertwined with mine.  

We have this dream, it's beautiful.