I know you said nevermind, but this intrigued me.
My dream is a romance novel character who sweeps me off my feet and rides me off in the sunset on a white stallion for a wonderful night of passion. I shudder just thinking about it.
My love is my husband. He is the man who is there for me everyday. He is the father of my children and the one who comforts me when I'm sad or depressed. My love is who kisses me when I wake up in the morning with no makeup on and bad breath. My love is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My love is my husband.
My dream may seem wonderful, but it is temporary....my love is forever.
A little corny, but from the heart.
Rebecca D