But with you my dear; I want to dream a realistic reality.

This is my thought.

It is my own.
It's what I thought.
I thought that if hands were held they were eventually let go.
But with you my dear, I've learned it's impossible to let go.

This is our lesson.
It is only ours.
It's what we learn.
I have learned that two people can indeed share a connection no one else understands.
But with you my dear, I've learned that some lessons are just dreams.

This is my dream.
It is my own.
It's what I dreamt.
I dreamt that even if i screwed up you'd be waiting for me with open arms a new lesson that needs to be taught.
But with you my dear, it was all a dream.

Everything was all a dream.

What separates a dream from reality is that in dreams we are more brave and we follow our instincts.
But what also separates a dream from reality is that dreams usually only focus on the things that we want our mind to focus on, not what's standing right in front of us.

I want to dream a realistic reality.