&nbsp He surely is the man of my dreams. He makes me smile though I don't want to. He makes me laugh loud though I try hard not to. He listens to my songs even if they're always out of tune. He tells me I'm beautiful eventhough I'm covered with dirt. He eats my cooking even if it's burnt or salty or tasteless and still tells me they're delicious. He holds my hand when we watch sappy soppy flicks on tv. He answers my calls in the middle of the night. He texts me till I fall asleep. He sings to me even on the phone. He opens doors for me. He gives up his seat for me. He saves seats for me. He walks beside me not in front of me. He&nbsp calls me baby or princess or sweetheart or angel or love. He kisses my forehead and covers me with a blanket or keeps me warm with his embrace when I'm asleep. He pays attention to every word I say even when they're just silly things or gossip which doesn't even concern him. He stares at me when I'm not looking and keeps on staring when I catch him. When he hugs me he does it not too tight so I can still breathe but too loose so I can't let go. And best of all. he kisses me sweetly and passionately as if kissing me is all that he wants to do until his dying day.There's only one sad thing that's wrong with him.&nbsp He only lives in my mind, in my dreams and my imagination. There he remains perfect until someone comes along to make me forget that there he exists.

~/03-15-2012