That boy from the dream, I seem to have found him. Maybe his face was burned into the back of my eyes. Maybe I had met him and then he had disappeared so my dreams made up for that. He’s beautiful though, I will say that much. And not in the usual sense of the word. His big brown eyes could swallow my soul and his laugh makes me genuinely happy. He’s awkward and it’s fantastic because he can joke about it. It’s one of those really stupid grade-school-crushes… only several years way too late.

I’m sure I’ll write more.. It’s just late and I’m feeling old today.