I dreamt about you again.

You and your charming smile. You and your warm and ready hugs. You and your comforting hand that tightens around mine.

The difference in this dream is that I ran. I ran and avoided and hid from you. Because I didn't want you to care for me.

Then when I realized that you had given up on your chase for me, I stopped and I cried. When I woke up, the dull ache stayed in my chest and I wondered what you were doing.

Then later in the day, you reminded me that you were still around. And I felt immensely comforted by you and disappointed by myself.


Just need to keep praying. Need to keep trusting.