Until then, I’ll be content with having to sleep every night, wishing to have another of my happiest dreams about falling in love with the guy without a face, knowing that someday, he will finally be having one, and that when I open my eyes and look up to the one whose arms are wrapped around me, I’ll never have to see him disappear again nor wake up and get back to reality, because I’ll find that I’m already awake and that I’m done with dreaming.
