kevbsa
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I dreamt about someone I used to know, and we talked. It felt so beautiful, I feel I could cherish the very few moments that I remember from the dream forever. She was ever so kind and ever so warm and the warmth melted the carefully sculpted heart made out of my wax. This wasn't the first time she did this, but this was the only time I did it to myself.
We were sitting in a 1 feet long wall kinda like a bench, with someone between us. I slipped back on purpose and smoothly sat on the ground to glance at her better. She glanced back then turned towards me and we had the most wonderful conversation ever. But I dont remember anything about the talks. Just about her.
We were sitting in a 1 feet long wall kinda like a bench, with someone between us. I slipped back on purpose and smoothly sat on the ground to glance at her better. She glanced back then turned towards me and we had the most wonderful conversation ever. But I dont remember anything about the talks. Just about her.