Dreams Of A Distant Love.

Here it is, filed away in the darkest places of my mind, then set in the light many times through out another wasted day:
A small house, something that makes vast amounts of money a meaningless necessity. A warm lamp lives in front of the window, lighting the family room as passer-bys on the empty road wish they were us. Shelves stand in a room inside, holding books, records, and compact disks. He makes his way over to the sterio and plays a song we both know by heart, and his voice can be heard over the music. Some nights, we both sit at our desks and type away. Other nights he sings me songs. Some nights I make him diner. Some nights he makes it for me. And some nights we go out. Some nights we dream about living in California, by the sea. And some nights we dream about being in the mountains. But as long as we're together, the scenery doesn't seem to matter.
A fence guarding away the dificulties of the world stands along the green grass. Tall trees stand in a huddle around the house like watch guards, and the stars light up the ground we walk upon to reach the tiny swing that is hung on a low brown branch. Someday maybe children will be here, and sit at this dinner table as well. A little boy with deep blue eyes, or a little girl with long dark hair. Nothing is more perfect, nothing is more pleasant, and even arguements seem minor in comparison to the outside world. A touch, a face, a glance, that even then will still continue to make me smile. A laugh that will ring within the rooms. Drinks on the table, and Camel Lights on the porch.
I thought I was completely certain who the face would be in this mysterious romance. I was certain for a long time, yes. However, he changed, again and again. Each time the motion picture was played, he was someone new. Maybe he was you, or you, and rest assured darling, he was you.
Even worse, now, he is completely faceless, lifeless, motionless, and left to my imagination. Now some pieces are missing. My future will never be this pleasant. My dreams of this love will never be fulilled.
I play this yet another time today, and this time I am alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.

You see, it needs to feel perfect. It needs to make me weak at the knees. No doubts, just honesty, no matter what. It needs to burn at my soul and make me forget the rest of the world. His eyes need to be all that I see. His smile needs to be what I breathe.
My dad once told me there cannot be a single doubt in your mind when you decide who you want to spend eternity with, and if there is it's not right or it's not the time. I didn't want to here that then. But now it's all I want to believe in.

Listening To:
Eat, Sleep, Repeat-Copeland.