I have been dreaming of this boy. I always wander upon him and he is laying on a bed. And he is scared and shivering and crying. He is a little taller than me. He is cute. He has a pretty smile, when he does smile, at least. His hair is a little shorter than mine and a lot darker, his hair is brown and mine is blonde. He is a boy and I am a girl, but I am the one that goes to him and I give him comfort. He is the boy and I am the girl, but when I hold him I know we are the same. I know we are one. I whisper in his ear: “I love you. I accept you.” He pulls me closer. I hold him tigher. And we are together. And all we have to be is us; who we really are. We allow that of each other.
I hope I find him out in the world.
I hope he finds me out in the world.
That will be a very special day.
I hope you guys are getting ready.
(a far off smile flashes across my face as I imagine a world like that)