The Dreamer

They call me a dreamer.

And I've been dreaming, thinking.

Chalking out a few plans,

of a lifetime of our days, together.

I think of our first dance and how you will hold me.

So delicately and yet possessively.

And how I'll smile coyly when I step on your foot mistakenly.

You'll just punish me... hold me closer and tease me about my skills. 

I dream of our first holiday.

Lazing around, discovering a whole new world. 

And on another tangent discovering each other.

I think of our first meal that you'll lovingly cook for me.

And how I'll secretly curse my culinary skills,

while I relish every bite.

I dream of our first long drive,

And the playlist I'll create of the songs we love.

When the chorus of our song starts to play,

It would transport us to another world, where all else fails to exist.

I think of our first argument.

Slurs, tears and the door slammed.

Then you crawling into the bed, late into the night.

Hugging me and falling asleep in my arms.

Then I wake up and realize that I'm only a dreamer.

Until the day, you decide to make my dreams come true.