I wonder how many times you thought about me, how many times I crossed your mind before you decided to cave, to push that button allowing me back in. I wonder if it was hundreds of times, thousands of moments you caught yourself thinking about my lips or my eyes as they stared into yours hoping you’d kiss me just one more time. Or maybe not. Maybe I’m imagining a story that never existed. Maybe it was random and you didn’t dream of having me alone for hours without interruption. Maybe that was all just me hoping for one more chance to feel your skin brush against mine, one more moment where you live inside me and we are one. Or maybe we belong to each other in ways we never imagined. Maybe our dreams are supposed to be real.

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