I have fallen back into the habit of dreaming about you.
I'm quite scared actually;
You are one of the only dreams I can ever remember having.
I wish we were a dream Bub.
Then, after all the good stuff,
I would wake up
And forget.
But then I would forget you.
I love you Bub,
I want to remember you;
I just don't want it to hurt.
I want to feel your hug.
I want you to hold my hand.
I want to video call you.
I want you to put your hand on my leg when it's shaking uncontrollably.
I want you to run after me when I leave the classroom crying.
I want you to send me your poems.
I want you to make eye contact with me.
I just want you.
