You know what is my mind rite now ? My dream loves me. I want to say him, my dream ... love me. He knows me that much, me to him ... once never enough, he knows me that I always say ... my dream ... I want again. My fingers so much want send him message or mail directly. But I dont do that. Maybe he doesn't like it, maybe he won't reply, maybe he says something which makes me cry, maybe I disturb him, and many maybe. Then what I am doing rite now ?posting here, remaining what we used do in love, so much hate these tears running down. So much hate why I have to cry.

Is so funny. I suddenly wake up. Dreamed of him, my dream. I dreamed about all my high school friends. We went to camp somewhere. Then found my dream there. We met there. Sat side by side. Laughed, told many stories. You gave me a beautiful bracelet. I said, I know this bracelet is from inside a girl cologne, but I dont use that. My dream said, yes you rite but I so much know your smell, so I threw the cologne and saved the bracelet for you. I remembered I smiled in shy. Really aslike teenage love birds. I wished my dream was here, beside me. I would wake him up and tell what I just dream. I must be crazy because I still love him.