Tomorrow he will come. Tomorrow I will see his blue eyes, touch his hair, stroke his back as he sleeps. The anticipation is almost as good as the real thing.
It is a wonderful thing to be in love. It’s taken me all my life to meet this one, right person. I might not have been ready before, but he’s here now, and I’ve fallen, or risen, or floated in love with him.
What I wish for is that everyone in the world could, at least once in their lives, know this feeling.