Better Days

Dear Mr. Him,
I love the way you looked at me from across the room. I loved how you would whisper in your friends ear asking about me. I love how your friend talks to my friend. I love how they put us together like peanut butter and jelly. We met and everything is perfect. You tell me I'm beautiful as I come out in my evening dress. You tell me you have a surprise for me, as your walking me to your car. You open the door for me and I see you bought me roses. You say there is more to come and I can't help but smile. Our first date is going so well.
We pull into an empty lot and you blind fold me. I get a little worried but excited all the same. You start driving again, just around the block. "Where are we going?" I ask. You say, "It's a surprise!" You park and I hear you get out of your car. I am fumbling around trying to find the door handle when the door suddenly opens. I feel you take my hand and kiss me on the cheek. We start going up some stairs and I think that is an elevator. Where are we? I think. He tells me to watch my step just as the tip of my toe hits something hard. He says there is a couple more steps and were nearly there. We go up the stairs and he lets go of my hand. I feel him kiss my neck just as he takes off my blind fold.
I gasp as soon as I see what I'm looking at. Were on a roof of a building with a beautiful view. Lots of sparkling lights with the stars shining above. A table in the middle and a waiter. Yes! An actual waiter. He pulls my chair out and gestures for me to sit. I do and he goes around and sits across from me. The waiter puts a tray down in front of me and lifts the lid and it was pasta! Mmmmmm my favorite! Fettochini Alfredo! We pass through that meal and he asks for me to dance and just as I am about to say "there is no music" beautiful classical music starts playing as a man with a violin comes out to view.
We start dancing as I rest my head on his shoulder. He smells good, John Varvetos maybe? His warmth draws me in and I don't want to let him go and I realize I don't even know who I am dancing with. What does he look like? I never noticed. I pull away to look at his face, into those eyes I'm sure are soft and warm and welcoming. He is gone now and I wake up.
I always wake up. I can never see the man who makes my dreams come true. But at least I have something to look forward to, for this dream shall repeat itself the moment I fall asleep tonight. I will look forward to details, paying attention, and looking for the man in my dreams, for he will be waiting with roses in hand with that smile. That smile that just draws me in. Makes me smile just thinking of him. Whoever HE is. I already know I love him and miss him already for being awake only 2 hours.
Good morning world, for I am in love with the man in my dreams.