I was ended in my bedroom somehow inside the dream - with a guy. Not a perfect stranger, but a guy I know pretty well. He was a colleague from office, about my age, cute. I was eying him for a while until I knew that he's married and with a daughter already. I dropped the insane and unhealthy obsession for him - I was not young to play that kind of game; you know, where you're kinda being a secret admirer or something..
Anyway, The details were hazy, but all I remembered was he's suddenly kissing me. We made out. Pretty intense, I would say, to a level you would blush whenever you met him in your real life - I met him this evening on my way home, and oh boy I hoped that I were not too obvious..
But the problem was not that.
The thing was, the fact that deep down I remembered vividly that I didn't enjoy the intense kissing. I remembered that I felt that something was not right. Somepart of me told me that he was not supposed to be the guy. He couldnt be the guy. Then... why did I kissed him back passionately? Where did that leave me?
I remembered pushed him away, looking at him trying to figure it out.
Just that and I woke up.
It was exceptionally hot in B-town lately.
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