I dreamt of you last night. In my dream, you had to leave to go somewhere and you said your goodbyes, but I couldn't bear to leave you so I ran to you and gave you one last kiss. You smiled that smile that I love as I ran towards you. The way that our lips touched felt so real, like how we used to kiss. You pulled away but I grabbed the back of your neck and kept kissing you and you smiled even more as you were pleasantly surprised. Then my dream ended as you slowly walked away from me, still waving goodbye and blowing kisses. It makes me miss you so much. Why aren't we friends yet? Why do we act like such strangers? The urge to just hug you from behind keeps being outweighed by the fact you told me "we're never ever getting back together". I must have done something so wrong for you to say that. We sat next to each other on the sofa. You were literally inches away from me. How I wished that you would hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek and pull me close to you and how I could put my head on your shoulder as you keep me warm and stroke my leg. I wanted to run straight into your arms and hug you tightly when I was upset, but I didn't want you to reject me again and tell me I'm stupid for falling for you. I wanted you to hug me back and stroke my hair and kiss me on the forehead and tell me to stop crying. I wanted us to have that banter we used to have when I used to steal your tobacco and play with your lighter. I wanted to take you upstairs to bed when Frank asked me to. You looked so sleepy and you had been so drunk. You would usually just sleep for ages and when I would wake up, you would kiss me and pull me close so we would sleep together. I wanted to take you upstairs to your room where I know you would throw the stuff on your bed then just crash out and I would move everything to where it belonged and complain about you sleeping like that cos you were a bedhogger and I would be cold and need the duvet. You would be like "rahasksbhss" like a stroppy 5 year old and I would be like "fine!" And pretend to sulk whilst laughing at you and you would tell me to come you and I would only sit on the edge of the bed with my arms folded, pretending to be angry. Then you would either pull the duvet closer to you, dragging me with it or you would pick me up and lie me on top of you and be like "I'm sorry" and kiss me. Then when I complained it was cold, we would take off our shoes and get under your retarded duvet and snuggle until we both fall asleep...

Come back to me soon will you?