Pretty Boy
For once I dreamed about marriage. About me being the first person, about me seeing his face, like I was lucid dreaming.
His olive skin, rosy cheeks, bright eyes, black hair that reach above his shoulders, and his awkward smile as he shyly look at me.
For once I wished it's not a dream, yet I know I have to wake up soon. I hope to see you in the future ... my pretty boy.