a postcard to the boy in my dream

9:00

this is a recurring dream, and every time i have it, me and this dream boy never remember each other from the last time. i thought if i gave him a postcard with my writing, maybe he'd have a physical memory once we'd parted, to keep him remembering me. so this is what i did.

i wrote:

"i'm glad we crossed paths at this terrible time and sucky place, we've had so much fun it doesn't even feel real..."

i never got to give it to him, and i never got to finish writing it either. the timing of when i woke up was so inconvenient. i have unfinished business with this boy, yet i'll never remember it anyhow.

12:32

he's already disappearing from my memory and all i can recall is that he was brunette, had a bright smile, and that i showed him a song that i said "sounded like what love felt like". i'm unsure of what he responded with, but it made me giggle. he had a good sense of humor.