In my dreams we're always next to eachother.
I'm standing there talking to my friends when I notice you walking towards us, or well, towards the door we're standing next to. I can't help but feel my heart going crazy, beat- beat- beating right out of my chest. I say two small words to you and you say them back.
In my dreams we're always holding hands.
I see you standing next to one of your friends, the one who knows how I feel about you. I slowly approach you and let myself in on your conversation. I find myself staring at you every other second, every other word that slips through my lips.
In my dreams the colour of your eyes is my favourite one.
I'm walking to class with my friends when one of them asks us about which colour we prefer over the others. Everyone says one but when it's my turn I let them know that I love the colour of sunsets, of sunrises, of endless seas. I can't rememeber what colour your eyes hold.
In my dreams we're in love. But I can't even imagine why.
