Secrets swell up in my dreams like long forgotten memories. Secrets of some sort of fairytale I'm wishing upon myself. There was a hug, and the anticipation of kiss, and intelligent conversation. I saw his face so clearly and his body against mine felt so... alive. It's like I wasn't asleep and when I did wake up I tried to close my eyes and reach back into my mind to stay there forever. I loved this place, this dream. It was so perfect. I felt so young, so beautiful, so caught up in the magic of a first exchange of untouched fingertips.Ugh I want it in real life. I want some unexpected romance in this reality- not my unconcious mind. I want to meet him... just to see, to see if my dream was a prediction of the future.
