In My Mind

In my mind I have a wife. In my mind I'm on a date night with my wife. In my mind I see us holding hands and laughing as we head to the Santa Monica Pier. She releases her hand and lovingly places it around my waist. I get butterflies.

At some point, whenever we're together - a look, a touch, a moment while listening to her tell me about her day, the smell of her fragrance as she walks by - I get a shiver of pure love induced butterflies.