I dreamed about us on a day nap.
You were slightly different, more like a sagittarian rather than an aquarian. You were warmer, friendlier, and we were chillin’ at a roadside cafe on an island. Everything was perfectly I wanted it to be.
And then something came up, someone from my dark times remind me who I used to be. Something sinful that I regret but kept doing it.
But you stay eventually. You hold my hand and tell me that everything will be okay. You accepted the way I am, and the way I used to be. Although you never say the word on that dream, your little actions tell me everything.
I woke up with an overwhelmed feeling and wondering, would it be real?
Will us be there?
ingénue 