The more i see him, the more confused i get. Was it the dream? Was it him? Was it me? Was it my heart? I don't know. Whenever he talks about other girls, he makes me jealous. As if i'm thinking, "I ain't his ideal girl" But then some times it gets sweet. Or maybe I think it's sweet but it's normal for him? I think it was just me. Sometimes i just feel like grabbing him. And then sometimes i just feel like punching him when he gets irritating. But i like his presence. It entertained me though. The dream was a month ago. But i can't forget about it. I can't even get a good sleep afraid that i would dream of him again. I was afraid that I will fall into the trap the dream set for me. I guess i'm trapped now. Trapped between reality and dream. Reality = HE NEVER NOTICED ME. Dream = HE WAS ALWAYS THERE.

Trapped. Yeah, i should call it being trapped between reality and dream. Fantasy? Fairytale? It wasn't as bad as when i liked stickman and tummy fats. But the funny thing is, i've dreamt of stickman once. And the dream wasn't as sweet as when i dreamt of you. I dreamt stickman fainted because some girl, not me, liked him. And he got into a relationship with that girl. But my dream of you, it was sweet, comforting and warm. It was never the rough , the annoying, the childish, the oh so "cold" person you are in reality. I love that in the dream, you took care of me. You held my hands and i hold onto your arms. I could smell you even in my dreams. Brrrrr. It sounded creepy and stalker-ish, but that was what really happened in the dream. You guide me to a path full of brightness even though you're a dark person. I felt the warmth, the cheerfulness and the atmosphere was great.

I'm still trapped in between reality and dreams. Hais.

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