Its funny I thought about him as I woke up this morning
The phone dings in my dream
I have a text message
Its him wishing me a good day
I reply and hope for the same
Why is this all coming back
He's changing the way I act
Smiling through texting, this is weird
Those butterflies travel when his voice is what I hear
Clear
like the rain on the window pane
I see him
His spirit is so close I can reach him
Anxiously awaiting the day of our first date
What sparks will fly?
What flames will burn?
When all is rekindled
I can see it now...
All heads will turn!
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