I like to post little posts because I tend to find that if I sit here and write out everything that I’m feeling at that moment, I either come off as sounding very depressed or seriously weird. Depressed? Hardly. Weird? Pretty much.
I had a dream the other night that had felt very real. We held hands in this dream, he kissed my forehead and caressed my cheek. He told me that everything was going to be alright and that I didn’t need to worry about what other people had thought. When I woke up, I could still feel his touch and his kiss. It’s dreams like this that make me never want to wake up.
