I had a dream I was in love. It was simultaneously too fast and passionate yet innocent and sweet. It was in the early stages and I barely knew him (could it even be called love then?) Yet more than anything I longed to be with him. There was certainly a physical pull, but there was also a more meaningful emotional connection foreign to me. Alien feelings drove me. Who was this fellow? He was kind, wise, funny and handsome... He adored me. He was nobody I know and I can't really describe him now. He was tall and I felt safe in his arms with my head on his chest. He was a mere figment of my psyche but he had me waking up wearing a smile.
On that note goodnight.
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