Making Up Reality [Complete Journal]

January 28 2017

I want you to wake up to me cooking you a decent meal in the morning.
I want you to hover, smile, and hang on me, distracting me from the task on hand.
I want you to stupidly dance with me to whatever song is on the radio, taking my attention long enough to almost burn the breakfast.
I want a lot of things.

Maybe you won't be 'just a memory',
Goodnight.