Posted by Anonymous on 2018/04/03 under Love I dreamt of you last night, and oh god how I wish I awoke in your arms. I dreamt I was wearing a red dress, red like your cheeks when you saw me dancing in a mixture of Paris and Salem. You said I was pretty, an adjective I have never even heard tumble out of your mouth, for sexy or flexible is a more frequent player. I think we walked around, or maybe talked, or perhaps we admired the Eiffel Tower in the Massachusetts Field. Whether we talked to my long dead grandfather or flew among the cantaloupe stars, it was pure fantasy. I know our time is only a whisper of the night when I wake up to am empty room and an empty heart. I know it is only a dream when I see you tell my friend she is flexible, or tell my other friend she is sexy, and pretty is no longer in vocabulary. You are very different when you visit my dreams, you laugh more, and frown less, and your cheeks glow red, not from your usual anger. Perhaps you are part time lover, one that only visits me in the dead of night, and ignores me in the light of the classroom. In my dreams I tell you I love you, and when I awake I laugh at the silliness of my heart. But at night, when my brain is asleep, my heart dreams. Oh god I truly love, and I don't understand why. But I wish I could tell you, and in my dreams I do, but I guess we are destined to walk the stars at night. but I hope one day when the sun rises, you will still be there.