Lastnight I had a beautiful dream.
I was in one of my math classes back at school.
Instead of the frail chairs everyone was in their bed and shared it with who ever they were sitting next to.
My bed was shared with someone I liked, someone who didn't return my feelings.
But in the dream he did.
We had fun together and I really fell for him.

When I woke up I had to come to terms that what I dreamt wasn't true.
And it hurt.
The way I wanted that person to be can never be real.
Because dreams are a strong imagination, a fantasy if you like.

I'm just glad I'm surrounded by a daisy chain of friends again that I know will help me when I need them.

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