You were living somewhere...with a roommate. Maybe doing some sort of mission, and I came to visit you. When I got there, there was just an understanding.
You were mine and that was it.
You didn't care about the other people in the room and we both got in bed, no bras or pretense and we took it slow. Nothing happened but we held hands and laughed.
We laughed like we use to.
I remember the way you played with my hand like this was so regular. I looked down at them, this small gesture, and thought wow.
We talked about taking it slow...how you wanted to wait and I said "I've waited this long for you." You looked down and away and I kissed you on your cheek.
Visitors came and we go out of bed and fixed it up. It was the way we did that...in tandem like it was our bed, like this was our regular life....that stood out to me. It was the normalness of it that struck me.
We watched TV with them and eventually we got in the car and went somewhere and as we were driving, you held my hand again...this time in public. You were finally ready.
I was working up the nerve to ask you if I could tell people when I got back to my life and before I could you said "I don't want to hide anymore." I kissed you and then I woke up from this dream.
Its amazing how the subconscious weaves a reality that it understands and desires when the consciousness isn't able to express itself.
You...we live in my dreams. There's a we in my mind that it just won't let go of, and maybe its not supposed to.
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