I just woke up from the most unbelievably romantic dream I have had in a very long time..
I spent the whole time I was asleep in this afternoon nap (2 hours) being watched by you, cause Anna brought you to this place we gathered, as a ploy to set the two of us up and you were watching me, discreetly but closely as I was making a fool of myself doing various stupid things and failing miserably at them too. As the dream progressed, I felt worse and worse, cause to me it was obvious you hated the way I look, and you kept walking away. So every time I would see Anna I was almost ready to cry but she was ignoring me too, which only made me lose my concentration even more and completing those tasks became almost an impossibility.... But the funny thing is beautiful YOU also kept coming back, and kept smiling at me, increasingly more so the more foolish I became, and at the very end of the dream you pushed me inside a greenhouse filled with beautiful plants and myriads of gorgeously smelling flowers and we started twirling incredibly fast towards the other end. While we were twirling, all these soft branches and flower pedals were touching my face and my naked arms (and touching your face and naked arms too, as you kept your body pressed against mine, kissing me deeply, both our eyes closed) cause it was winter but in the greenhouse we were both wearing t-shirts like it was summer, and a thousand different smells filled my senses and a thousand different sensations, like your soft skin, the skin on your cheek brushing up against the stubble on my cheek, your hands caressing mine ever so softly, the flower pedals on my nose and ears, the branches brushing up against us, the flowers dancing around us, your angel-tasting lips, and you looking right at me though your eyes were closed, and me seeing all this happen though I was still twirling and kissing you with my eyes closed, and finally we stopped against the wall and you said to me "you make me fly"....
And then I woke up.
Technically this has been our first kiss.
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