You've been so quiet. I love you. I need you. Do you need me? Do you think of me? It seems like I could go away, vanish, and not be noticed. Would it be a day, a week, before you'd truly wonder? I try to hold on to hope. I try to believe. I ask for reassurance, because of what I've been through. I need that. Perhaps it is too much. Do I need you more than you need me? Am I even necessary? These things I wonder, in the silence of the night.

You say the words, but you don't always show the words. Do you feel them? Is it a dream, one you slip into from time to time, then go back to normal life? Or is it something real that you want? Something you're willing to give for. To commit to. To work for. Will you join me in making the dream real? Let's wake from the dream to find the conscious world is better. The dream made manifest is usually that. At least, with love. I think so. I truly do.

Too many thoughts in the silence. Too much longing. Talking with you sometimes feels like the only part of life that is real. The rest is the dream. Like I'm in some surreal world, just sleeping, until you are there. Then I feel I come alive. Wake up.

I want to wake up.