I dreamt about Adam last night, in that dream, that perfect dream amongst all the chaos going on in the world around us we shared a kiss. One small perfect kiss that lasted only a second even in dream seconds but it was a kiss none the less. And in it's perfection it was so real that I have a hard time not believing that somewhere , somehow through the powers that may or may not be that Adam did not feel the kiss as well. I have been up for 10 hours and I can still feel his lips on mine, lips that I have never in my life touched. Soft, gentle yet slightly itchy from the stubble. Maybe this is as good of a kiss as I can ever hope for. If so, so it will be forever.