Dream.

        Let’s imagine for a moment that we could be a thing, that you are not way too out of my league and that I am not way too free and strong to be with you, let’s just imagine that this could go right.

In this dream, you would suddenly gather all that courage you keep saying you wish you had and tell me “Hi, I’m into you” and my answer would be something silly along the lines of “Well, I don’t know what to do  with that kind of information” and then you just kiss me and I obviously kiss you back, because I’ve been longing, craving for this for moments already.

After we both declare our love for each other, we have to talk, and we come to the conclusion that we’re better off as friends with benefits, although you demand that we are exclusive, since you are really that possessive. You try to be nicer to me, but I just don’t like it, because I fell in love with the jerk who makes fun of me because I’m a virgin.

We act so much as friends when we’re around the rest of the gang that sometimes they even forget we’re an item, as if we were an actual couple, but when it’s just the two of us, we leave that love and hate relationship behind and just love each other endlessly. Your mother would love me just like my mom already loves you, and just like you love her. You’d come with me to my aunt’s house and she wouldn’t like you that much because you’re black, and you’re hotter than her black guy.

Even in my dreams, we would still have those horrible moments when you need too much love and I need to much freedom and we would have some serious fights which would end with both of us crying in opposite corners, only  until something happens and you bake me cookies or something and we’re back together already.

Some people would like us better than any other couple and you would have to talk to your brother more often because I would talk to him  a lot - I still think he’s a lot nicer than you are, he’s just not as hot  -  and you would hate me for that.

But in the end you would be the driver to basically anything we do and you would buy me drinks and talk to my dad about interesting things like history, which would be way too boring for you, but you would still want my dad to like you enough to go through all types of torture.

You would come to Disney World with us and you’d help me choose my makeup and you would love the parades and we would kiss during the fireworks. It would be the most amazing thing to ever happen to us and then somehow we’d break up around the first year of university and boom.

The dream is over, even if just as a dream.