Saturday, October 30, 2004
I dreamed about her last night
And like I mentioned in my last entry - it isn't so much the sexual component. She was just there, in the same room with me, which looked like a classroom, across of it, but facing my direction. We all prepared for whatever exam we had to take, and she just did her thing, preparing her bluebook, taking out her pen, nothing extraordinary, but extraordinarily beautiful and graceful in her doing it.
And then... then she looked at me from across the room, and smiled and said my name, and my heart stopped. She remembers my name!
That was pretty much all there was to that dream... you see how little can make me happy? Her just being there, looking at me, remembering my name. That's really all it would take to send me home floating again, tonight...
And then... then she looked at me from across the room, and smiled and said my name, and my heart stopped. She remembers my name!
That was pretty much all there was to that dream... you see how little can make me happy? Her just being there, looking at me, remembering my name. That's really all it would take to send me home floating again, tonight...
