I dreamt about you tonight. I don’t dream about you a lot, and when I do, you’re mainly not yourself. You usually don’t care about me or is mad about something. But this time, you were yourself. You were exactly as you are when we’re together. You were sleeping over at MY place. That’s happened like three times before, but this time it happened without it being a special occasion and without any warnings from your mother, like there usually are. I can’t recall if you were sleeping over from Friday to Saturday, and I can’t say I remember the sleeping bit, but I remember us being close, as we get when we’re you’re here and especially when we’re together like that for two days. It was really nice. I mainly now remember you leaving, because I got so upset. I think I cried, and I couldn’t really open my eyes. I couldn’t do so when I woke up either. And there wasn’t anything special that made us close. We didn’t have intercourse or anything, we were just together. It was really nice. It was just like it can ONLY be with you. It’s why I love you and feel like I belong with you. This dream reminded me of that.
I love you, ms Universe