Is it ironic that last night after I posted about dreaming about him I went to bed and, yes, had an amazing dream, which of course included him. This one was probably one of the cutest ones yet, and now once agian, I had to face the reality that it's not going to come true. I know that there's not going to be a mistletoe hanging there and I know you're not going to pull me to it and tell me that you feel the same way I do, but I can dream, but that's all it was, a dream. A dream that once again won't come true. You won't take me by the hand and run down the halls with me and escape the world together, you'll just continue to pretend like I don't exist, even when I know you know I do, and I'll continue to pretend like nothing is even wrong when I see you, and I'll just continue to have these amazing dreams about you. Dreams that'll never come true.