To the boy of my dreams.

I don’t know your name.

I don’t even know if you’re real.

But in my dreams, you found me.

And for a moment… I forgot the weight I carry.

You laughed and in that laugh,

I swear, I felt like the world melted around me.

Your hug, warm, familiar, like I’d been waiting lifetimes for it.

Like I’d known you before I even knew myself.

Why did you come back after all these months?

Was it to remind me that I can be held this way?

That I deserve softness, warmth, and someone who sees me truly sees me?

I don’t know where you are.

Maybe you’re out there, flesh and breath.

Or maybe you’re just the shape of the love I need.

But I miss you.

More than I expected.

I miss the way your presence made me feel pampered,

not for what I do but just for being me.

If you ever find your way to me in real life,

I hope you’ll recognize the tears I cried after I woke up.

I hope you’ll still laugh the same way.

I hope you’ll hold me just as gently.

And I hope you’ll stay.

Until then,

I’ll carry your memory like a song only I can hear.

With all my moonlit longing.

~Cloie