His hand is in mine, and he smiles my way.

That smile he reserves just for me.

“You’re perfect,” He says, “Just the way you are.”

I know he’s telling the truth.

I always come first, there’s no competition.

He loves touching my hair, and I love it too.

Now he’s holding my hand, telling me I’m needed.

He’s there for me all the time, a shoulder to cry on, a person to laugh with.

Then suddenly, I wake up.

Only to find that it was only a dream.