I woke up with my head on his shoulders. His eyes still close and his hair everywhere.
I would love to lock my hands to those luscious black hair. He was so drunk last night that he didn't notice he pulled me to sleep.
He was very vulnerable, baring his heart to me. Declaring his love like no man ever did. Every second last night was magical.
The way his voice confess his everlasting love, his warm breath that fans above my face, his arms around my waist, surrounding, securing and never letting me go , and the beat of his heart that had the same pace with mine.
I feel loved.
I feel blessed.
I feel cherished.
And then I woke up. To the reality that he could never be mine.
The man of my dreams. The man inside my daydreams.
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Short StoryYou are the one that will never be mine. The one inside my daydreams. 💭💭💭💭💭💭💭 Hey dreamies! Here are some of my dramas in Facebook. I decided to write some more and I'll just gonna post them here. It's like a book of my daily feelings. 😂 Hop...
