She walked into the room, and suddenly there was nothing else.

She wasn’t glowing, but I could almost swear that something inside of her was…it reached out and touched me.

I felt it to my core, like we’d met before.

I felt like we’d never met and I’ve known her forever, all at once.

Do you ever have those dreams…where you’ve met someone special, and in that dream…that person is an exact duplicate of the love inside you?

A connection of the soul…an ageless connection that exists forever and not at all.

Minutes pass like days…and it’s almost as if you can hold eternity in your eyes…right there.

And that’s what it was like…as if I’d wake up at any moment, but were I to remain dreaming…I would have preferred to do so.

There’s something in this…there’s something in her walk…in her stride…in her eyes.

She’s a dream, and I’m her dreamer.

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Have you ever wondered about the people of which you dream?
Are they real, or do they disappear into the ether when you are done?
Are they creations of your mind, or people you knew before…
in a past life perhaps?

If being drunk is like this, then let me stay drunk for eternity.
Let me stay within her grasp and taste her…
the connection pierces my heart
I cannot stand to remain away.

When I’m drunk, I feel so close.
I feel like I’m on the last rung of a ladder, and her hand has almost reached mine.
We’re moments from the lovers embrace…
and then I’m drunk no more.

Being sober, once you’ve tasted the wine
is like waking up after a wonderful dream and not being able to forget.
The dream never leaves your soul…
and every day is an effort to get back.