I had a dream of my lover last night.
He came in my life in a short period of time and disappeared.
I found myself missing him lately. Hence the dream.
I miss his companionship, more likely.
There was no wishing of being with him like a real relationship, but I enjoyed hanging out and playing with him.
I feel like my play mate is gone.
He was with his new girlfriend, introduced her to me.
And I introduced my partner to him too.
He was stunned by my openness and looked at my partner.
He made a cute couple with his girlfriend. Simple, charming, and ordinary.
I wouldn't have missed if he had not had been so sincerer, honest, and a good guy, and mostly a good lover.
I find myself urged to call him when I am bored and missing his smell and warmth.
Then I tell myself, that would not be a good idea.
For him.
Or for me.
This morning, made me think of him, because of the dream.
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