Every night, I struggle in my sleep to decipher why you appear in my dreams.
Surely, you didn’t appear in my dreams with a purpose… right?
Oh god, I hope not.
It must be pure coincidence.
We are better friends. I like it this way.
For every dream I dream, feels like sin. It feels wrong because my mind and heart belongs to someone but my heart and soul yearns for you.
But I am careful.
For being with you in real life is too good to be true.
So I wrap up my wishes and feelings and store them at the back of my consciousness and pray that in the next life, maybe… just maybe… you might be mine.