I woke up from the third dream, I can't have one dream without him... I looked out the window and gazed at the stars. The sound of rain tapping on the window, it felt so sad... I didn't want to just dream of him, I wanted to see him, feel him next to me... but all I could do was imagine. The memories of him and I playing by the lake when we were young, throwing rocks into the water, running away from the dragonflies when they flew towards us.. but those were just memories. I looked across my small room, the small nook I had, stuck in an attic... abandoned... it may seem bad but I love being alone. Away from the world, with a beautiful view of the outside world, everything I ever wanted. Not like anyone in my family wants to come see me anyways. I picked up my journal from the floor, opened it up and flipped through the pages to find an empty one. I grabbed my pen, and started writing, with only the light of the moon to guide me. I wrote of my dreams... the dreams of him, made it into a poem to feel better.
"Awake from another..
All I can think of is the other..
The rain was tapping..
The thunder was clapping..
I was tired of seeing him..
My dreams were grim..
He would say hello..
But then descend below..
Sink through the floor..
I can't take it anymore..
I was on my own..
Away from the love I've known..
Just alone."
Ending the poem with a tear, I closed my journal and set it on the floor, closed my eyes, and hoped that tomorrow he would actually talk to me... But deep down I knew, his heart didn't want me. My eyes blurred... I couldn't help but burst into tears. I muffled my whines with my pillow... I was mad at myself for crying over a boy. "I'm just a boy.." I thought to myself. "Why would he want me.. I'm not special at all."
"Noah if you're really my best friend.. tell me if you want me forever.. or.. to never look you in the eyes again."