You were in love with me, like I always wanted. Except I don’t think I liked you, or maybe I did, or maybe we were in a relationship.. I don’t know, all I remember is that when I came to hug you, you took my face in your hands and looked at me. It’s funny, I remembered the whole thing this morning, and now the only wisp of dream I can recall is this..
I never really understood you, so when I saw a list of your favorite books I went to the library and I checked one out. I think maybe I thought that if I read it I’d understand you a little better.
I also dreamed that I broke a glass. And cut myself on it. Anyway, it was nice to see you again. I guess I should start reading that book.