We were at school and in the journalism room. You were sick and sad and wanted to talk to me. So we stood in the ad room, talking about Attack on Titan and laughing. Everyone who was in the room suddenly disappeared and you looked at me sadly. Your nose was red and your voice was horse as you talked.
"Just because we aren't dating doesn't mean I can't kiss you." You said. And those words keep circling my mind, long after I woke up. I keep wondering, could that happen?
And then you kissed me. I felt how warm and chapped your lips were. I didn't care about getting sick, it was just a dream anyways, and dream-you didn't seem to care either. My eyes were open during the kiss and I saw how stressed and worried you seemed to be with your eyes squeezed shut.
I pulled away in shock, surprised at what you had done. I'm pretty sure the kiss was really just my dog licking my face, but that didn't matter. I woke up shocked that my feelings and thoughts were still there. At the same time, I was happy that I got to experience one last dream of you.
I have no idea why you were sick or why I had to dream about kissing you right then. Maybe the face that it was the night before Valentine's Day brought it up. Maybe my still-there feelings for you decided to show me that this could happen, if things were better. Maybe this is a farewell to my feelings for you. Maybe my brain just wanted to laugh at me for how I felt.
Whatever the reason, it happened. I hope I don't see you today because I probably won't be able to say a word without blushing and stuttering. Maybe if I'm lucky, you'll run through the halls without even glancing at me.
I hope you enjoy the candy gram I got you and hope you have a great Valentine's Day as well.
-- Amber
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