I had a dream last night. The bell had rung and I was walking through B-Block, heading towards ACM-Photoshop. I bumped into [my crush at the time]. We looked at each other for a while. I looked sad and he asked me if I was alright. I asked him why wouldn't I be alright. Then he said because he went out with [some random chick]. I said as I shrugged that I accepted it and there was nothing I could do to change it. I must have not [sounded] convincing because he reassured he loved me — as a friend. Then he kissed them away — leaving behind out friendship — nothing more, nothing less. I am so grateful for that dream. It is to my despair that [crush] does not know of my dream — nor will he. It was a good dream — a good ending. My feelings for him started in my head — reading between then lines of what he does with/to me, absent mindedly making me want me. There it ended — in my head, in my dreams.
LOL AT GIMLI BLOWING AWAY THE GHOST GAS. HAHAHA. NOW HE'S [TRYING] TO KEEP HIS MIND OFF WALKING ON SKELETONS. LOL!