I can't get her out of my mind.
Every time I go to sleep, I pretend to cuddle with her using a pillow.
I could only imagine her cooking the best breakfasts with heart pancakes, eggs sunny side up, thick sliced bacon, all with a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a big glass of milk.
I want her to rest her head on my chest as we gaze up at the stars from a grassy field where light pollution is non-existent; bearing witness to the great heavens.
I want us to dance around burning heretics, their screams and fruitless bargains the symphony we dance to.
I want to run my fingers through her hand hair and kiss the eye she hides away from everyone... everyone but me. I'm the only one who truly appreciates her intoxicatong love and beauty.
I would try and say help me, but I don't want help anymore. I'm in pure bliss.