I had a dream about you.
And it terrified me, yet it wasn’t a bad dream at all.
You see, from what I remember, I was told you were coming over, because you had nowhere else to go. I can’t remember the reason. All I know is that you were on the way. I was excited, but all I felt was panic. I walked around town for a while as the sun began to set and everyone was going home, just to avoid you for a while, and think about what I’d say to you.
When I returned, you were asleep. In my room. In my bed. And just like before, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Right at that moment, something awoke you. And you just stared at me, and smiled. All while the only thing I felt, was fear.
Laughing, you just say “I’ll give you about half an hour.”
It’s.. it’s like you knew. Like after these past few years of us forgetting each other, you’d know exactly how I’d react if we ever saw each other again.
And then, I woke up.
Drenched in a cold sweat. Wishing it wasn’t a dream, but glad it was.
Because, I know if I ever saw you again. And if we started dating again. And if we spent as much time together as we used to again. I’d fall for you, all over again. And you’ll just disappear without a word or reason again.
