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Today I was told by a girl that I frequent her dreams. That in those dreams we are together, holding hands and smiling.
I broke my own silence by telling her the truth about my own dreams; something I had promised myself I wouldn't do. It felt good to talk openly about our dilemma, but in the end I'm not so sure it was better for the cause. We agree that it can't happen, but we also can't deny that we want it. We joke that we're smart; that we're better people for leaving it be. And it's true, we are. But with such a prize comes little reward, comparatively speaking. Not when we could be satisfying both our needs for intimacy.
It's weird to think that someone has a crush on me. I know it should be no different than me having a crush on her, but I've never been told something like that before. Nobody has ever told me that I'm what they dream about; that being with me is something they dream of.
But none of it matters. We can't be together, not with what little time we have. I keep trying to think of a way that I can somehow kiss those lips again, but every outcome would inevitibly lead to an unavoidable mess. I gotta say, even when the answer is staring you right in the face, it doesn't make it any easier to accept.
I broke my own silence by telling her the truth about my own dreams; something I had promised myself I wouldn't do. It felt good to talk openly about our dilemma, but in the end I'm not so sure it was better for the cause. We agree that it can't happen, but we also can't deny that we want it. We joke that we're smart; that we're better people for leaving it be. And it's true, we are. But with such a prize comes little reward, comparatively speaking. Not when we could be satisfying both our needs for intimacy.
It's weird to think that someone has a crush on me. I know it should be no different than me having a crush on her, but I've never been told something like that before. Nobody has ever told me that I'm what they dream about; that being with me is something they dream of.
But none of it matters. We can't be together, not with what little time we have. I keep trying to think of a way that I can somehow kiss those lips again, but every outcome would inevitibly lead to an unavoidable mess. I gotta say, even when the answer is staring you right in the face, it doesn't make it any easier to accept.