Donathen my love,
Every now and then I allow myself to daydream. I only allow this when I am feeling centered and good. Today was a day that I wasn't at the edge of my heart about you, so I indulged. I heard a slow moving jazz song on the radio, and replayed in my mind, a moment we had in Brooklyn years ago. We slow danced to no particular tune, in the middle of the day, for no particular reason. I felt you in my daydream.Your arms about me, your long locks brushing my face.To dream this again, did not make me cry. Today was a good day.
Every now and then I allow myself to daydream. I only allow this when I am feeling centered and good. Today was a day that I wasn't at the edge of my heart about you, so I indulged. I heard a slow moving jazz song on the radio, and replayed in my mind, a moment we had in Brooklyn years ago. We slow danced to no particular tune, in the middle of the day, for no particular reason. I felt you in my daydream.Your arms about me, your long locks brushing my face.To dream this again, did not make me cry. Today was a good day.
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