We met up, I don't know how, we just did.
We rode a scooter and you sat behind me.
You have never been on a bike before, as the passenger, so I held your legs and taught you where to place them. The moment our skins touched, it felt like magic. There were sparks inside of me, bursting with happiness.
It was sweet, it was romantic, and it was only just a dream.
Why do I keep dreaming of you. I didn't even look at your picture before going to sleep, yet you still appeared in my dream.
Were you thinking of me? I hope not, because if the rumors were true, you have a boyfriend.
It's stupid how these dreams are the only sweet memories of us.
I miss you, I really do.
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