Maybe it's because my mom is staying with me, and maybe it's because of the truckload of uncomfortable relationship questions that she'd asked me. Either way, I woke up this morning with a very odd dream involving B.
In my dream, I was alone with him, like that warm day in June when he told me he broke it off with his girlfriend. He was sitting down on a stone bench, and I was leaning against the railing drinking in the sun.
In this occurrence, however, he told me his mom had fallen ill or had injured herself in some way. Instead of standing there and quietly acknowledging it with a sympathetic look, I walked up to him and gently wrapped him in my arms.
He let out a sigh, pulled me close, and rested his head against my chest.
It was both a mutual realization and affirmation of our attraction.
I woke up feeling morose; thinking of all the could-haves and would-haves.
I guess subconsciously, I would very much like to revisit that day in June...
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