I had a dream about you, again. But this time it was a bit different. You knew how I was and you decided to play me. You fucking knew how I felt. But all I wanted was your lips on mine. And I remembered how your lips were never soft but iy our kisses were. I remembered all you kisses. From the shy ones to hungry and passionate ones. Fuck, I'm still so pathetic. Is it bad that miss you and even nightmares about you are the best?