I love it. I love it when you have a dream so vivid with the guy that you like that you swear everything happening is real. From the way he says your name to the kisses on your forehead. From his gentle touch to his hand running through tour hair. It’s amazing and you never want it to end. And then, just like that it does and you remember it’s just a dream and that guy you like oh so much isn’t really yours.
I had to write this this morning after the extremely radical dream I had last night (via rainbowpopicecream)
