keeping a secret

You wont know how I took the dreams of you and I, put them in a bottle and sent it out to drift in the ocean. Perhaps someone will find them one day and let them out into the air. Unknowingly open the bottle and let the winds carry those dreams. Perhaps the winds will carry the dreams back to me, and I will smile and say, yes, once I really did love you. And I will still cherish those days. It will be a warm and fond memory. It will linger for a while, perhaps revisit when someone ask me about those poems I wrote. And I will smile and say, yes, perhaps I really did love him once.