When Things Are Meant To Be

Reality? Or Dream?

I wake up the next morning to footsteps outside of my treehouse. I hear the crack of sticks and leaves under someone's feet. I grab something to protect myself just incase. I hide below the window and slowly pop my head up to look out. When I look out I'm shocked at what I see and my mouth drops. It couldn't be. The person I see outside of my treehouse window right now is the boy I see in my dreams every night! It can't be! I take another look out of the window examining him. It is him. It really is him. I want to climb down and talk to him but I'm too nervous. What if he doesn't like me in person? I don't want to ruin what we have in our dreams. So I'm just gonna sit and admire him even though I might be missing out on a once in a lifetime chance. What is he doing here? I continue to sit by my window looking out of it at the boy. He is pitching a tent with who I think is is father. He looks just like the man he is with so that's what makes me think it's his dad. I watch as he pitches the tent and sets up a camp fire. Looks like he is either camping or hunting. He is so gorgeous and amazing looking. I really want to build up the courage to go down there and talk to him but I don't know if it will ever build up in me. I find myself asking myself out loud, "come on you can do this! Why are you being such