The boy I met in my dreams.❤

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Hey, My dream BOY. ❤

Your smile that haunted me last night like a mare is making me blush today in the morning. ❤️

Sitting here alone. Not so alone but with your thoughts. With my haunted but the beautiful dream.

Since past 6 months you are coming into my dreams and not showing your face, even not giving any idea about your identity, the only thing I am aware of you is that you are tall nearly 5.10ft (1.55 m), you have a cute heavy manly voice, your accent is different from mine and you love to dance a lot...
Because those are the predictions I assumed and dance thing you yourself told me. Your muscular body is something I am fanned of and I predict you are thin these things were predicted from the handshakes we did on our regular meetings and the last nights hug told me about your physique.❤️

Yeah, if you reading this I know you are planning or already have planned to call me psycho or a CRAZY. 😜😂 BUT you know what, since I am meeting you on regular basis from past 6 months no matter in my dreams and talking to you, these are commonly predictable things, in fact in such time I should have known everything about you where I know a very little.

From last 6 months, I every day wait for meetings to go further and dearness to fade away. At least I want to know who am I meeting and who is on my mind 24*7. At least I should know who is the king ruling my thoughts and who is he I might be the queen of 😅. At least the name or maybe the whole Individual. 😅❤️

Maybe its one-sided love, that's why you the only constant in the dream, and I am crazily and eagerly waiting for YOU ❤️.

Well, let's plan a date someday, revel each other to each other, from unknowns let's be a known individual or maybe let's become the favorite humans of each other on this earth 🌍.

Let's explore each other before exploring the world, let's walk into the streets of each others soul than walking hand in hand, let's find my dream BOY and maybe your dream GIRL❤️💕

The girl who meets you in her dreams and probably thinks she comes to your dreams too.

With love to the boy of her dream
From the girl waiting❤

-GAMI 💙❣️

Comments

Aparna Thakur said…
So lovely and beautifully put out the uniqueness of thought.
May 30, 2022 at 11:26 AM
Jyoti jethi said…
Diii really glad i read this , I really appreciate the gesture and your soul you put it into this lovely dose . But diiiiiiiiiiii......1.78 m hai 5'10 . Although i loved it was beautiful and to be honestly i might end up falling for you , I know was just in dreams but yours emotions and your smile also your crazyness i wanna like someone with your gesture and ofcourse miss you dii .
Please don't you fall for that , it was an appriciation for the idol woman .
Thank you
Your truly
May 30, 2022 at 7:37 PM
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