Dream a little dream.

She came into my life when she didn't want to. She came into my life when I didn't want her, but needed her nonetheless, even without knowing it. She stole my heart, this pathetic life-giving organ I'd put a padlock on and decided it was forever out of business. Forever wasn't long enough. She breaks it, swirls it, makes me choke on it. I'm scared my poor little heart won't take it. I'm scared every day. I'm scared of losing her, of keeping her and of everything in between. I'm terrified of this being the right thing, the IT people spend lives and fortunes to find, but which itself elusive to most. I'm horrified to wonder what if she is the one for me, but eventually she'll outgrow me and leave me behind.

And then, she smiles. She doesn't say much, but when she does, my fears melt away. Her person surrounds me with joy. Painful jolts of consciouness, letting me know I'm alive. I can't even remember the last time I was paranoid about something. I also don't recollect ever feeling so sure and unsure at the same time. Like in any given moment, I'm required to take a leap of faith, but that there is an invisible cord making sure I'll land safely.

Who knows. She's fast asleep in bed. Her breathing is regular and calm, her expression peaceful, the corners of her mouth slightly turned upwards, in a weak smile.

I hope she dreams of me.