Dreams of me.

So I was sleeping, dreaming as one does, I was at a party, and who should I bump into there but me.

And I try to pretend, that it isn't me, but it really is. 

It's kind of embarrassing, awkward, annoying and definitely improper to meet myself like this. 

But there I am and I can't seem to get out of my own way. So I figure maybe it's a sign, maybe I've got something I need to tell myself, in person.

Only one way to find out, I corner myself deliberately intently focused, maybe for the first time, watching from an outside point of view.

To discover, I am much more that I ever knew.

 Then I'm falling, for myself this time, in quite an ultimate way.

And the Look of Love in my own eyes, is something I hope to never forget.