the other night, i had a very special dream, one i know i will never forget.

but to put it simply, i had a dream about a boy.

it's sad because i can't remember his face exactly, but i do know that he was the most beautiful boy i've ever seen. i do remember the most striking features though: his eyes were the blackest i've ever seen, but they were so kind and warm, instead of feeling pierced under his gaze i felt a jolt of warmth through me when he looked at me. his hair was a messy black that i just wanted to comb my fingers through, because it looked so, so soft. he was quite taller than me, almost a foot, because my head was next to his shoulder. but i didn't feel scared at all walking next to him, on the contrary, i felt the most safe and secure i ever have. and his smile was... honestly, i can't even describe it. when i made him smile, it made me mirror it ten fold, i was so happy!

and in that dream, we were just walking down a wide path. from what i remember, we didn't really have a destination; we just walked and talked. it must have been winter, because we wore thick, long clothes. whilst i was walking next to him, i knew that he must've been what was really making me warm. the clothes worked, sure, but the heat i felt was really just coming from inside. my heart was hammering excessively. i must've been blushing so hard.

i can't remember what we talked about. i can only remember his mouth moving and making words and phrases that made me laugh and smile and flush even harder. when i talked, he laughed loud and he smiled at me, and that lit me up from the inside. i wish i could recall what he said to me, what i said back, what made him smile that beautiful smile.

the thing i know was different about him was that all i wanted to do while we were walking was grab his hand and hold it. i have a guy that i like now, but i never had the overwhelming urge to take his hand. i didn't hold it, though, because i was too nervous over what his reaction would be. i don't know if we were just good friends or more.

whatever our relationship was, wherever we were going, whatever we were talking about, one thing i know is that was the closest feeling i've ever felt to "love" for a guy before. i know i'm way to young to understand love.

i would be the happiest girl in the world if i could dream of him again. to feel warm and fuzzy inside, to walk so much without getting tired, to see him smile, or at least to remember his name.

but i never dream of the same thing twice.

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