I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder—I felt it through and through.
When I woke up, I couldn’t shake the feeling of his arms around me and the sound of his voice, already half forgotten.
The loss was indescribable. And I couldn’t help that feeling of certainty that I have felt this way before. Somewhere in time, throughout the ages, I was loved—I was loved and my eyes were wide open.
By Lang Leav