Dearest,

I don't remember much of what went on, I just remember I was with you.  I shyly held out my hand so you'd bump it, and maybe hold it, but you didn't hold it.  Then I grabbed your hand to pull you in the direction I wanted to go, letting go after you started moving.  You reached for my hand then, lacing our fingers together.  We didn't let go.  Not ever.  Then we sat and waited, sitting on the bench like floating on air.  I rested my head on your shoulder, but thought too much so I lifted it back up.  You pulled me closer then, our sides together, your arm around me.  You held me and kissed me three times on the side of my head.
I woke up.
I love you,