Comeback

I dreamt about you again, I smile at the thought, it seems to be a constant every night for the past couple of weeks. It was nothing fancy, it was a dream where you and I meet again, and all the awkwardness inherent to the situation surfaces. We talk, little it's true, but I can't deny to myself despite being reserved and a little afraid to admit that I want to kiss you. Right there, right in that moment. I appear to forget/ignore that you are with someone else (are you really?).
I am afraid of what this could mean, because my dreams usually, if not always, mean something.
Also, not talking to you in such long time, then having a quick exchange of words might have had this effect on me.
I guess I never got over you like you and I thought, and probably,most certainly you still make my my heart beat a little faster. But shhhh! You musn't know a thing about it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I shall go hide under the sheets, cover my head and remain there for indeterminate time.

I wish you were there with me...♥