#dear tom

By the gods. I was scrolling when this happened, and Tom is basically looking over the bottom bar as if he was damn-well summoned *Dies*

💔❤️

Tom. I had a dream about you the other night. Now how many times have you heard that? I suppose with a face as famous as yours there are quite a number of people, just like me, who dream of you at night. This dream, this night time vision of you was quite simple. There was a room with two chairs. I sat in one and across from me, you sat in the other. At first we were silent, just staring at each other, them you smiled. You smiled at me. You asked if we were dreaming. I said of course we were, how else would be we be this close? You frowned a bit, must we be dreaming? You had asked. You see, in this dream, this non reality, we are great friends. We continued to talk, for hours it seemed. Laughing, sharing our secrets, our wants, our needs. We never touched, you stayed in your chair and I stayed in mine. Though there were a few times you would reach out to me, then slowly take your hand back as if you had reminded yourself that I wasn’t real. I am real, I said to you. I am flesh and blood, my dearest, but we two are to never be except in dreams. You have your life, grand and wonderful, and you are destined for far greater things that I could ever imagine. You looked sad then, you said you very much enjoyed my company, that we could meet in the waking world, that everything could be as it is in our dreams. I smiled at you, and finally took your hand and pressed it to my cheek. Our dreams are our sanctuary, the one place you and I could be together away from the prying eyes of the world. Where we can talk about our fears and hopes. Here, in our dreams, you can even love me. The waking world is a far more cruel a place. No one would understand, perhaps, we in our awakened state would not understand ourselves. Remain in my dreams, my Lovely Thomas. For there we are free.