18.04.09 This isn't a dream. You made me sure about it last night, before I fell asleep, by the phone. Though it really feels like one. The one I've been dreaming about for years, after all, that comes true today. In my dreams were images of a man who'd love me so true, but along with the love, frees my soul. In it I dreamt about hands of the man who'd hold mine thru life and carry me up when I grow tired. In it I figured the feet that would walk and run with me, with the same pace, until the end of the road. In it I imagined a pair of eyes that would look through mine and find my soul in it, nakedly, and those eyes would love what they'd looking at, regardless how broken, flawed, and contented it is, but still love it no matter what. Those eyes match yours. You, of all the boys I've loved, lost and broken for. You, of all the men I've ever wanted; my deepest wish I dared not to dream of. The combination of it scares me yet it relaxes me at the...