Telescope ~ Dreamnotfound

IV

I couldn't remember the last time I had a dreamless night, where I didn't meet with Dream and get to know him a little bit better. I know that even if a sleep is 'dreamless,' we all still experience small, insignificant dreams. But its truly disappointing when you want to go to bed, not to sleep, but to dream, and you don't remember a thing.

I didn't remember a thing. I hadn't seen Dream that night and it make that distinct feeling of loneliness spike up again. It wasn't pleasant.

It was almost as if he was just an escape from my cruel reality.

But he was so much more than that.

He made me feel giddy and loved; happy. He'd always make sure I was comfortable and feeling alright. Dream was selfless.

And it would always make my heart explode in happiness when I asked him how he was. "Never been better, now that you're here," he'd say. He truly brightened up my existence.

Dream was the best friend that I've never had, and I never, ever, wanted to leave his side. And yet here I was, missing out on a night with him. It really shouldn't be that hard to be separated from him; maybe I was too attached. Clingy.

But I loved being around him and how he made me feel. I loved how mysterious he was with that mask he always wore. I loved how he acted, how childish and carefree he could be.

I loved everything about him; from his personality to his appearance. I loved him.

And that revelation got me thinking more. What did it mean to love someone? To care and enjoy their presence. To be there for them in their times of need. But what kind of love was this? Was it platonic, romantic? Did I see him as family? No, that didn't sit right.

Maybe it was platonic. Friends can love each other and still be that; friends.

But it didn't feel right. You can think your friend is beautiful or pretty, but what did it mean to want to kiss your only friend?

No, it wasn't platonic. Nothing about the way I was feeling was platonic. It was romantic.

I was in love with Dream.