My mind has been wondering for days now, in and out with dreams of yesterday. I long to hold him in my arms, but he's not mine to hold. Deep in my heart I have so many emotions of the photograph I hold in my hand I look into his eyes, long to hold him close, I am reminded of his face often, I long to hold his handfor one touch, one moment I ache to lay beside him just to hear him breath. I sit here this morning with tears in my eyes, shacking my head wondering how this stranger could know me so well, to know the loneliness I hold in my heart, even to know I have to hold it inside. He knew me in a way no one else ever has. The night he so gently told me my inner most thoughts I read what he was writing, and let the tears flow. It seemed he knew me more then I knew myself. How could he know I went to my room alone? How could he know these things I had never shared with another person. If he only knew how my heart bleeds when he is hurting, and I can't be there to take it away..If he knew the real words behind the vail I hold over my heart. I want to tell him my inner most thought, then I remember theres a heart that would break with the words I wish to speak, so I have to close the door and go back to dreaming. In my bedroom where reality stays out, and dreams can feel real. A place of make believe, "fantasy", but it does fill my heart with joy to dream. It fills that void I have deep inside. I know he knows my dream, and I know his, out dreams are the same. So if we never meet in this world I will always know, "when I am dreaming, so is he" The dreams are so real I know we actually touch hearts. I will always know two people can love with out ever touching.
This is my hearts song. He's forever with me

I'LL NEVER STAND ALONE!!!!