In my dreams, I was brave,
I was unbroken, I was yours,
But more importantly,
You were mine. ~ A. Gupta
Violet
I didn’t know why, but while sleeping in his arms I woke up more times than I’d normally. And every time I fell asleep with my eyes locked on his beautiful face as if memorizing him, stamping him into my brain and deep somewhere in my chest where it ached every time he was close.
Sleeping, with his dark lashes casting shadows on his bristled cheeks, he was a dream in itself. And each time my eyes closed I’d meet him there. In my dreams, there was nothing left unspoken. In my dreams, he was all mine in ways that I had difficulty expressing when awake. In my dreams, I was telling him everything that I could never do with my eyes open.
And even as I woke up in the middle of
