You were not really someone I would fall head over heels. I like you though, you’re good, you’re smart, you’re cute, too. I’m really fine with the age difference… but as they say,
girls are more mature so you need to find a guy who’s older than you…
and that’s not you.
You’re a friend. I know, we know, and that’s fine. Nothing’s going on anyway. But this dream… I don’t know why… but I’m bothered.
We were in a parking lot that time… and then I found some weird marks on the cars.
Yes… you wrote sweet things on the car dust. A lot of them.
And then at the end of the parking lot… you posted a lot of post-it notes.
Colorful papers… colorful arrangements… colorful design. And at the end of it… you wrote and asked me…
“Can you be my girlfriend?”
and that moment… I knew I didn’t want to wake up yet. I was excited by the fact that someone might have liked me again. Funny ‘cause I didn’t see this coming. It was all unexpected. And I didn’t even thought about “us”. But this dream… is so deceiving. What’s up with that?
And now… I know there’s nothing in my heart… but why can’t I stop thinking about that dream? About you? I’m crazy perhaps.