kisses

Just in case I don’t think about Chad and I enough during the day, last night all I dreamed about was kissing him, just kissing Chad. They weren’t movie kisses or anything, just real kisses. I never had anyone kiss me like (in real life), and I could never ask for a better kisser. In the dream I told him that he’d better figure this out soon. Of course, I woke up in tears. How does he walk away from what we had, from what he had? Why doesn’t he figure it out? What he had doesn’t come along every day, it just doesn’t. Why doesn’t he wake up already!