A Scary Dream

The beauty of being unknown is that I can tell you exactly how I feel without you ever knowing who exactly I`m talking about. Funny, ain`t it? This is like my virtual secret identity, hopefully no one ever finds out who I truly am. This is my secret, you know? For me, and my eyes only. But I got to have to get this out. I had a dream last night, you kissed me and I let you. You chased me and I liked it. I liked it so much I ran away. But everytime you were around I felt so beautiful, loved, wanted all the emotions a girl loves to feel. But problem is that this was a dream. Now I`m awake and the reality is that it`s not supposed to be. I went down that road before, we were younger and it was so horrible. It hurts so much that I can`t go back there anymore. So it`s not like I don`t want it, I can`t have it for my own sanity. The dream was beautiful, too beautiful. Problem is the guy was physiologically you, but it`s not something you would really do. SO your actions don`t really prove to be you. So I most likely dreamt the wrong guy. The face hides the one who truly makes my heart beat. That`s why it`s so scary.