Remember that dream I had? The one about a hug, a hug that I closed my eyes and heald onto even after I woke up? Well I had a chance for that hug, that chance to see- just see, if my dream was a premonition. And I don't think it was- because things just didn't, well, click. It was a clash of something in the cosmos. I thought I had this great hopeless romantic lust, but it turned out to be... well, just hopeless. I didn't feel what I thought I would feel. And now I'm left wondering if all of that- the dream and the anticipation of reality- was merely some cruel joke fate was playing at my expense. I had such high hopes, and now I'm looking at my heart like a stupid fool. It obviously needs to reevaluate what it finds worthy.
