I've had a recurring dream.

You are in it everytime.

It's always just you and me,

I can't sleep.

Something is bothering me,

and you ask me what's wrong.

You always hug me,

cuddle me,

and I fall asleep on you,

wrapped in your comfort.

Truth is,

I've been in love with you since we met.

But I'm not allowed to say so.

I'm only a minor,

and you are 25.

But the smallest amount of information

is dangerous in my head.

I've been told

that you have developed 

a big crush on me.

The countdown to 18 has begun...

7, Thanksgiving to Christmas

6, Christmas to January

5, time can't pass fast enough

4, almost half

3 more months, and I'm an adult

2, as I pray for the days to go faster

1, 30 more days of agony

0 At last I'm 18.

I'm free to say I love you.