I dream of coming home to you after a long day of work to find you asleep on the couch with the TV playing in the background. Your hair is across your face and you look at peace. You’ve had a long day too, but you’re home. I dream that you come to home to find me in the same position someday.
I long to wake up next to you in the morning and see the sunlight warming your skin, framing your beauty. Your smile soft and your eyes bright as we look at each other in comfortable silence.
I wish for long car rides where we sing at the top of our lungs, annoying anyone who is with us in the car but making each other laugh until our cores hurt. Singing songs from all our favorite movies and the top hits from our youth. Making funny noise and voices and doing interpretative dances to the lyrics.
I yearn for the joy we feel when we’re with each other and our families. Cooking holiday meals together, decorating our home for the occasion, shopping for our loved ones in unison. Celebrating life as one.
I relish in the thought that no one understands you better than I do, and that no one understands me better than you do. We have inside jokes that to others seem foolish. We can predict each other’s behaviors without so much as a look. We get each other.
I ache when I think about the fact that I have your full support, and you have mine, without question. We’re each other’s rocks, and no one can take that away from us.
I think of all of this and I dream and long and wish and yearn and relish and ache for you, but I don’t know you. You are a figment of my imagination. You are a faceless entity. Still, I love thinking about you.