An apology for kissing you in my dreams

I am sorry for kissing you in my dreams.

You have always been the vanilla-honey sweet to me. The way you behave with me shows me a glimpse of the world I have never been to. You are the light that wakes me up when I think I will never be able to. You don’t let me give up on my dreams. Just like petrichor, you remind me of the world that exists.

In my dreams, your hair was floating and messy. I love the silly mess. It shows imperfection. I don’t want a perfect person. I want someone who becomes perfect with me. I know you love me, but when you be yourself that’s when I am most attracted to you.

I feel guilty and confused. I can’t help it. It was a dream, can’t undo it. But now I will definitely wonder about it, subconsciously or consciously. You’re breathtaking and beautiful. I don’t mean to romanticize you. I don’t feel romantic when I am with you. I feel the best in the world. I feel myself.

I respect you so much. I am sorry I will never kiss you again in my dreams, but I don’t regret it either. The dream was whimsical, beautiful set in wonderland. We both were the queen of the palace.

No one judged us.

We could be ourselves.

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FOOTNOTE:

Umm, how’s it.

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This prompt is inspired by @cottagepoetry on Instagram.