He dreamt the dream of a beauty queen; five times in a row what could it mean? For reality his feelings unsaid yet his heart pounds for her as he heads to bed. Her images, her voice rationalized in his thoughts, do I love or do I like her? These answers he sort. He thinker he thought,
twitched jumped and squiggled, more thoughts of her made him giggle. He blushed though the night although no one can see,
just like before "I yearn for her warmth beside of me" dialogue spoken at the slip of the tongue, He was
to curious to know, is this how it goes on? In her head he meant, their thoughts were they shared? He
wondered and wondered OH! How much he cared. The thoughts pressed on as it ripped and tore a new place in his chest, "reserved right here", for her solely alone his heart to claim.
"I'll give it my all I have no shame" but he stopped, mumbled...then protest, what if I' am not good enough? What if I not the best? "I'll need things in order before I' am given the check, just pray that