Ink Stained Soul…

I dreamt of you again last night. This time, you weren’t just observing me. No stalking your prey. You came into a home I’ve never seen, laying down next to me face to face, just watching each other. I let those words linger on my lips. Your eyes dared me to say it. They were there on my tongue, as they almost slipped out, but I held back. You stayed, though, as a sign of patience or love, I do not know. We curled up together, talking, making dinner, and asking if I wanted drinks. Your gaze kept intensifying, as if you were trying to tell me something. Didn’t you know I don’t ever let myself believe you want to know? You don’t want to be responsible for my heart.