He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Well, not always, he does have nightmares, but right now... he's so beautiful. He said some things... told me some things... I didn't know how to react. I still don't... My head tells me there is no possibility that he ever really said any of it. How could those words have truely come from him? I only imagined them. *sigh* But my heart wants it to be real. And I know it was. But I don't want to ruin what I have with wishful thinking. Forget the future, I'm happy NOW. I want NOW. No... It's all important. And those words meant so much... but they're only words. How can noises have so much meaning? And yet they do. Hidden in those krypticly arranged syllables are wants and desires, hopes and wishes, intentions and explinations. The heart and soul of a person expressed through sound. Words. Thats all this is. Just words. Ramblings without any real purpose except to the few who can understand. Yes, my love, I want to spend my time with you. And yes, I know what meaning is behind those words. I would write more, but words are just that to me. They cannot express what I need to. All I can seem to say is I love you. Words that seem so weak and insignificant when compared to the meaning they possess. Still, I love you.