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I feel asleep on my couch earlier and this is what my mind dreamed up.
There were two boys. One was Anthony and I was completly in love with him and didn't think that there was another boy on the face of the earth worth my time. Then there was this other boy. His name also Anthony. He was the same boy. But somehow these tow boys were entirely different. And then one night I went to the Anthony's house that wasn't the love of my life. I stayed there nearly all night. she held my hand and touched my face and my hair. He captivated me in such away I forgot for a moment that MY Anthony even existed. So even though this other boy wasn't mine I felt like it was the only right thing to do. To just allow this to happen. But I didn't kiss him, I couldn't. I had to leave. So I was running home the streets were colorful and gloomy. And all I could think about were my feelings for this other boy. When I arrived home My Anthony and this other Anthony were both waiting for me. They merged into one. And then at last I kissed him. Them. They were the same person. One boy. One boy that I loved. Anthony Ethiridge.
I really needed that dream. But I think what I need more is for my love to come home. That kiss sounds amazing to me. I love you baby. So much. So, so much.