I do. I do. I do.
I hate her.
I DO!
I don't like her.
Not at all.
Nope.
Then why do I see her in my dreams?
Why is she there?
Why can't she just leave my in peace?
She sits there, in my dream,
Just watching-
She doesn't even do anything!
But I want her to do something.
So maybe tonight,
When I'm asleep,
And dreaming,
I'll ask her to come in.
To come inside, and stay, and
Be with me.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Only time will tell.
Great, I've resorted to using cliches.
But, I just-
I don't know.
I thought I'd forgotten that feeling...
Or maybe I've never known it...
But it's unmistakable.
Like sweet honey.
And roses.
Maybe I'll give her a rose.
Maybe not.
Love.
That's it.
That's the word
I've been searching for.
Roses.
Sweet Honey.
Dreams.
Love.