Speak softly past my heart. Letting your words fill the holes that I have carried since I met you. I have dreamed of the hand that is your hand since I learned to dream. Wishing upon thoughts of you in hope that they will come true. Daily I strive to forget those that did not compare. Forgotten touches that meant less than the action to touch. I dump my memories to create room for your memory. Boxing each moment and storing them like treasure, I feel myself filling up inside with you. Speak softly so that we do not crack this perfect image. Images of you and me as it was meant to be. Take my hand as we create ourselves. Walking softly past what we know towards what we build each day.