I dreamt that I told you I loved you. The words slipped out of my mouth like breath, easy and unquestioned and sure. I said it like it was the most natural thing to say. I said it like I was sure that it was welcome. I said it like it was safe to. But then again, it was a dream.
I woke up in the morning, still disoriented, figuring out if i really said it or not. And “no,” I thought to myself. I could never have said that. “The courage is too good to be true,” I thought. I should have at least stammered or hesitated. I should have bolted out right when I was about to blurt it out.
“Calm down, self, it was just a dream.”
And then I wished that it wasn’t.
I don’t know if you know this feeling, but…
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