February 3, 2007 — age eighteen
(part of a look at the past)

in these moments, when time seems to slow down–when eyes begin to close–i want to be in your warm, comforting arms. i want to feel your hot breath in my hair, your heart beating underneath the palm of my small hand, where it is placed upon your chest. looking up to see your beautiful lips curled into a peaceful, dream-like smile. i want that to be forever.

i want to be sung into a deep sleep by the rhythm of your breathing. i want to dream of oceans and submarines and clouds and love while you are next to me, our dreams colliding. i want to wake up next to you every morning, still in your arms…