I had a dream last night about you, but it was very weird. I wasn't myself and you weren't you. You were someone else entirely and I was someone else entirely. But we were at this party and you and I were dancing with each other. It was very fun. It was so weird because in the mirror I saw myself in the same clothes but it wasn't me. I was sucked into the Heartstopper universe and you were sucked in there too. It was fun. Kind of awkward because it was not how the characters were portrayed in the books or the TV show. When we were dancing I felt almost embarrassed that it was you that I was dancing with. You were completely different. I tried to wrap my head around it when I woke up. I was like, "What the hell? I was dancing as someone from this comic book series. Agh! And you were with me and it was very weird. It was the most embarrassed that I've felt in a long time." I had to remind myself that this was my dream and my escape. But that was my love for you. I felt ashamed and guilty ever since I woke up. It felt so real. I was dancing with you. It was so bizarre. And then you kissed me while we were dancing. It felt weird but my mind seemed to like it. I want it to be my reality so badly but I know that things are complicated, much more unknown. Why oh why do I have a writer's brain? Please cut my brain out, or at least shoot me dead so that I can stop thinking about you that way.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
