Friday, January 28, 2011

The end of the thing that never actually began except inside my head once.

I had a dream about you last night
You had a convertible.
I had a puppy.
She was dressed as an Avatar.
The roads were very big and it was busy.
You took us to the airport.
We didn't have any luggage.
'I'm gonna cry in bed when I get back to England tonight.' I said.
'You probably will.' You said.
At one point we held hands.

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