So this morning I woke up with a dream still in my head, which is unusual, cause I generally don't remember any of my dreams, or even if I dream. I'm sitting with someone I know...he's someone I call a friend, used to hope for more, but rarely see anymore because he hates me for wanting more than just friendship. It's wierd, how many guys I meet, we become good friend, even best-friends, and then I have to go ruin it by thinking there's something there that isn't. Or maybe it is, but I rush it and crush it, or maybe it's just pitty I see in their eyes. In the dream, he's back in my life suddenly, sits down in my lap and says how much he misses me. And I lean forward to give him a kiss, and I wake up.