I woke up with you on my mind again it was amazing. You really do something for me, you move me, and I like the movement. I dreamt we were walking along Laguna Beach; we were holding hands, and we were immensely enjoying each other’s sounds and content. You attached your eyes to my eyes, and I submitted to you in the most enchanting form of romantic ways. I was weak in your trance, and you did that to me. You said to me in the column is the most secure voice, I love talking to you. I must admit I couldn’t contain my nervous captured smile, I responded, I love talking to you as well. I want to display us on a billboard “How Imperfect Perfection Looks.” I love talking to you. I love having the thought of you as my mental protector my friend my therapist my imperfect perfection. You make me happy, and when I’m happy, sunshine appears on the day especially in the summertime. I love sharing I deep conversations with each other we are amazing together at least I fantasy I mean I would write about us. If I were witness, I would love to tell our story how you the sophisticated unsophisticated highly educated underrated capable Carpenter. I would write about us, about how we long to be in each other’s arms. I would write about us. I would write about the woman who lives and rides miracles like cartoon cars on rainbows. I would write about us for sure. I love the way you make love to me in my dreams. You take me over and make me come so hard. I want more of you each day. I’m thinking of you right now.