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**It was raining the first day of school. Drab and crowded like the new campus but somehow it grew to a two-story building. Maybe this is junior year. It would explain how prettily adult I look.
Testing went by in a quite ordinary fashion, and quickly. It passed before I know it and the teachers are gathering us together to play some sort of 'get-to-know-each-other' game that never really seems to work all that well.
It will this time, though. Because amidst the game I saw a boy. Not by my normal means attractive, a little short and not the gawky sticks I so often moon over. But something about the soft round of his face and the gentle set of his lips caught my attention. We met over a turn in this game, then whispered under the performance of the other students.
We talked philosophy. I forgot how much I missed that.
I never heard his name, and never mentioned mine. Somehow that didn't matter. We could speak, in depth, agree and disagree about everything under the sun and then some. Could talk about dreams and life or even quite nothing at all. Maybe fifteen minutes and I knew he was a friend, one that I wanted to know and learn with and talk with and keep. One that I hoped to treasure as a good friend, and one that I even dared hope win the trust of.
Ah. And then the day ended, and somehow... you appeared. Stayed an innocent night over. I made you an egg sandwich the next morning before school. Then I knew this had to be a dream. Because you've forgotten me. But somehow I could only feel disappointed. Because that philosophic boy I had met that first day of school was not real. Like me, you ruined him in the most innocent of ways.**
...that would be dream number five he's been in.
This one was better though. Even dreaming about him is failing to hurt as much.
Testing went by in a quite ordinary fashion, and quickly. It passed before I know it and the teachers are gathering us together to play some sort of 'get-to-know-each-other' game that never really seems to work all that well.
It will this time, though. Because amidst the game I saw a boy. Not by my normal means attractive, a little short and not the gawky sticks I so often moon over. But something about the soft round of his face and the gentle set of his lips caught my attention. We met over a turn in this game, then whispered under the performance of the other students.
We talked philosophy. I forgot how much I missed that.
I never heard his name, and never mentioned mine. Somehow that didn't matter. We could speak, in depth, agree and disagree about everything under the sun and then some. Could talk about dreams and life or even quite nothing at all. Maybe fifteen minutes and I knew he was a friend, one that I wanted to know and learn with and talk with and keep. One that I hoped to treasure as a good friend, and one that I even dared hope win the trust of.
Ah. And then the day ended, and somehow... you appeared. Stayed an innocent night over. I made you an egg sandwich the next morning before school. Then I knew this had to be a dream. Because you've forgotten me. But somehow I could only feel disappointed. Because that philosophic boy I had met that first day of school was not real. Like me, you ruined him in the most innocent of ways.**
...that would be dream number five he's been in.
This one was better though. Even dreaming about him is failing to hurt as much.