Last night, in a dream, you kissed me. I was aiming for the cheek, and you turned your head. As always, the torrent of emotion made me wake up. It’s too bad that all these things can only happen in my dreams, Roy Orbison sings.
On the outside, I appear to be making progress. I no longer bitch and whine, “Oh, I have to see you, you must see me, I miss you, come on waaah waaah” and so on.
But inside, the longing for you is as strong as ever it was. And in the night, it overflows.
