Trapped In Wonderland

I write this in hopes you’d understand one day, I write this because I cannot speak my mind. I fail to express myself in the right way, I plan to say a million things but when I speak with you, somehow I seem to lose all sense. 

Time is defined as an indefinite continued progress of existence and events of the past, present, and future regarded as whole. How wonderfully ambiguous is that? 

When someone asks me how I loved you.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.  I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.