My dreams with you in it started years ago.
Your then unfamiliar presence lingering every night,
familiar yet unknown silhouette present in every place I go to.
Usually, it would have been scary but since it’s you, I feel alright.
Tall and manly stature,
not too wide but not too narrow shoulders,
hair that looks so soft and silky,
and skin that is so fair and milky.
I can’t see your identity clearly,
only the silhouette of your face and body;
along with your smile that is so cheeky,
whenever I see a glimpse, my knees go jelly.
I often tell my friends about you
but then they always call me a childish fool.
“Grow up already, will you? Stop dreaming about that prince and wipe that drool.”
Reality did hit me hard.
Are you just a part of my imagination?
Does waiting and wanting for you makes me a retard?
Are you just a product of my depression?
Now, I’m in a turmoil of emotions,
and thinking about you makes me sob.
In my heart, I felt a stab
and dreams of you never had any continuations.
Three years have passed by since your last appearance
I had to survive 1095 and 3/4 nights of loneliness.
Every night, I still long for your presence
and that smile of yours that wipes away my sadness.