Sometimes I wonder, what do you dream about?
Do you dream about wild fantasies where you are a queen?
Do you dream about worlds made of sweets?
Do you ever dream of me?
I used to dream about fantastic worlds of extraordinary creatures.
I used to dream of playing in the snow as the flakes danced about me.
My dreams used to be dreams of fantasies, of great wonders.
Now I dream about our short past, my greatest wonder this far.
Now I trade my dinosaurs and dragons for one more look at you.
I trade my candy lands and fantastical worlds for moments with you.
And how could I not? I'd take you over the fiction any day.
I dream of real life because it has finally become better than imagination can describe.
Although I still hang onto these memories, you have probably moved on.
Im not your first friend, your last friend, your favorite friend, nor am I the closest.
But you are my favorite friend, my closest friend, my best friend.
And dammit, I'm not giving up on you yet.
You'll always be my best friend.