I still dream

                                                                                                          I’m in a solid black room. I spin around in circles; I feel alone. I stop abruptly when I see a                                                                                                         small light in the distance. It’s barely there; I   walk towards it. Once I get closer I can just                                                                                                         barely make out the image of Brian Littrell in the middle of the light, I start to run towards him                                                                                                          but I can never quiet get there. I feel as if I could run forever and never get to him. He’s out of                                                                                                          my reach. And now, even though I know I  can never have him for myself, I still dream of                                                                                                         being with him one day. I still dream.