Dreams about making out with some guy - when I've never even kissed a person & I've never seen him in my life? Weird. Nightmare? No.
How unfortunate. D:
The next dream involves the same guy - and some girl, who I knew he was in love with. For some reason we were going to die - we'd been kidnapped, and these people were going to kill us. I knew how he felt for the girl, and I knew how she felt for him... and it hurt me, a lot. I didn't care that I was about to die, but I cared very much that he was about to. We were all saying goodbye to eachother, and he hugged her - he didn't tell her he loved her, but I knew he did. I fucking knew, and it HURT. It made me feel so fucking empty and alone. They said goodbye and he turned to me, wrapped me in his ever-warm arms and pressed his mouth to mine.
The entire time he kissed me, as the butterflies danced around in the emptiness, I cried, because I knew he didn't love me. No matter how much I loved him, he loved her.
It doesn't really make sense, does it? He hugged her once, and then held me and kissed me, but in the dream, I knew.
I can still feel the fucking emptiness.
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