It’s early, but I’m not really tired. The blankets and sheets are wrapped around me in the way I like best, but they don’t feel anything like his arms. I remember the dream I awoke from. A dream about him. With my eyes closed I can see his smile. I can almost hear his voice whisper my name. I want to be by his side just to see him smile just to hear him laugh. I believe that if I have that then nothing else can hurt me. But he’s not here. He probably never will be here. But I keep wishing. I keep hoping that somehow someway he’ll be my miracle. And honestly I can’t explain it. I just feel in my heart that he is the one who could make me happiest. I know that I’m young and that there is a world out there waiting for me. Somehow though I can’t stop dreaming of him. There are a thousand dreams and a thousand things to love about life, but he’s the only thing in my heart and mind. I snuggle back into the pillow, and reset the alarm. I’m hopelessly in love with him. And so I keep dreaming.