Oh my dear boy, you’ve made it to my dreams. Very few do, so I guess a congratulations is in order. This makes you really ~*fly*~ in my book. Yeah, that’s me trying to say that I genuinely like you. For remembrances sake, in my dream, I thought you were a good kisser. I’m writing all this down while I can remember. We were arguing, as usual, like cats and dogs albeit, I do not remember what about. We were face to face, a few inches apart and I was explaining things to you. You, on the other hand, have stopped talking to listen to what I had to say. I know, I know, I was blabbing like an idiot and there is nothing pleasing at all about a blabbing idiot. But I must have looked pretty darn cute while mad because you, and that huge head of yours, suddenly leaned forward and kissed me. It was sweet and succinct (i guess because there were people around us) but it left an impression. I thought I saw rainbows. I pretended otherwise of course. You see, I have this constant need to make boys feel that they can’t always get what they want just by charming a lady out of her mind. Anyway, I am such a coward for running away after you kissed me. I reckon you pulling me back, asking if I was running away because I liked it or if I was starting to like you or something. “NO” is what I said, naturally. And you let me go. You had that puzzled look in your face, it was probably disappointment. I can’t tell cause your chinky eyes look the same. This is most likely why I don’t like Chinese looking boys, I don’t know how to read their faces. Yey me, I have succeeded yet again in making a boy feel unwanted. I remember running outside to find a garden and an ocean. I remember realizing how badly I wanted more of that kiss. I remember trashing my pride and making a decision. I remember thinking that I was gonna call you outside and apologize for the way I acted after ‘the kiss’ as soon as I pick a place. As predicted, I opted for the beach, where we could feel our feet against the wet sand, we could kiss until sun down and wait for the first star to appear. I remember saying “this is the place”, but I don’t remember calling you out there. What I do remember is the music suddenly playing in the background, Explosions in the Sky. I remember the cold air from a fan brushing upon my legs and feet. I remember that distinct smell of a pillow. Drat. I’m awake.