|| my brain is funny.
about a week ago, i had a dream about you. when i was in love with you, i used to dream about you too. but those were sappy and ridiculous. this one is ridiculous, but not sappy. it's funny. i bet you'd laugh if i told it to you.
c. and i were walking along huntington ave., and catching up and such, and we passed you as you walked the opposite direction. you probably saw us, but you did that thing you do, where you just stare ahead and don't acknowledge that you did see anyone. (i know that trick too. did i get it from you? i don't know.) as i was saying, we passed, and c. and i looked at each other, nodded, and squealed, "he's hot!"
so rejoice, for in my dream, you are hot.
every now and then [i get a little bit lonely and you're never coming 'round...], i wonder what would happen if we did meet. would it be comfortable? awkward? how soon would it come up that i stopped mooning over you, that i have someone new? how soon would i try to find out if you have anyone? would you confess your undying love for me? would i expect you to do that, and then feel mortally wounded when you didn't?
well, anyhoo, e., i hope you're doing well. i hope you've cheered up and mellowed out. as i've mentioned, my subconscious still thinks you're wicked hot, so keep on rocking in the free world.