My dreams of her never started when we met. Her name is Sam, and she is one of the kindest and prettiest girls that I know, but there was not a single thought of me liking her back then. We are only friends who just happen to meet from time to time. But a particular event happened to her, and I felt like she needed some help. Through the distress she was feeling, I felt like I was needed. The sadness in her heart, the falling tears from her eyes, and the sorrowful voice of me hearing her just made me feel something. After that, we talked and laughed from time to time, never wanting her to leave my sight, knowing if she would be okay even though she smiled. two circle sides of each day, opposing each other to create a new morning from yesterday. endless thoughts of me wanting to talk to her; what am I doing? It's not like it will matter. On a cold night, I played music that sang me to sleep and woke up in an unfamiliar place. There is just a silhouette of a person. The feeling of me wanting to follow the entity was just like it was waiting for me. I never knew what it meant because I knew it was a dream. But something is different, I said; I feel like I am walking in a field of flowers from the smell of her path. The brushing of the wind felt like a sense of comfort. I woke up with a sense of relief, not knowing what that dream meant. I woke up and just said, That was a nice dream.
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Dreams of You
General FictionA series of me dreaming about a girl that I never thought I liked.