This is how I imagine her. She knows I'm coming. Maybe it'll be another great date. Maybe I'll get to spend the night. Maybe there will be another breakthrough where we'll find another chamber in our hearts for more love to flood into and fill that emptiness we never knew was there.

I'm so ready for this coming weekend. I've learned so many things. I've already forgotten everything I was supposed to have learned. But I have never forgotten how much I love her.

Can't wait to get my baby in my arms and squeeze her small frame and lift her off her feet. Taste her lips when she kisses me. Smell her when I kiss the side of her neck. Look into her big bright eyes when she tells me about the dreams and hopes she has stored inside.

I want her voice to be the last voice I hear and her face to be the last face I see when I drift off to sleep. 

If she is a dream, please don't wake me up. I want her so badly.