I woke up in a daze. My alarm clock blaring in my ear bluntly interrupted my dream. It was a good dream too, at least I think it was. It bothers me so much that I can’t remember any of it. All I remember is the vague feeling of someone holding me. Am I that needy? I wanted to believe that it was you, coming over and holding me in your arms, your head on my neck. You smiled at me today, and I saw you looking at me from a distance. Why? This wasn’t the first time either. Just why. Tell me why so I can stop wasting my time and hope and move on.
I want to be with you. More than you could know. But when I picture it. You and I holding hands. Just the unscripted image of us, makes me terrified.