Thursday, June 24, 2010

Of My Dreams.

I met the man of my dreams last night. He was a gentleman, but he didn't know it. He was funny, and he only laughed at other peoples jokes when he found them honestly hilarious. He lived in an old house, had dark hair, was quite thin, and walked at a slow pace. He was beautiful, and thought the same of me, but I don't remember much else about him. That's because he only existed in my dream.