The boy I met in my dreams- 2

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Wassup, My dream boy.


The haunting reality has again come by with this not so fine sunrise, now I wait for the day to be over and go back into my deep slumber, where reality takes a back seat, in the dream world where I can call you MINE and moreover you can truly be mine without any ristrictions.


We meet every day and the everytime you pass by me I fall for you. If I am not wrong yesterday you were in a combination of your favourite red and blue in the comforts of lower and t-shirt.Yes, you might were not nicely dressed up and it gave a feeling of sense that you came back from some practice or a long nap.


Coincidence is, I feel those dreams so real that after I wake up and think about it, I feel butterflies. Trust me, your thoughts are enough to make me smile.


You know the best and my favorite part, THE HUG. We hugged, yes... I really felt that warmth and trust me from that I came to notice that that you are much taller to me. The moment you hugged I had to get all my doubts ckeared and asked you to pinch me and confirm if I was living the moment or not... But that confirmed reality that it was though a dream.


I was holding you on your waist and walking and you curled your right hand over my shoulders,and your left hand was in your pocket.


Dream it was, reality it felt... I felt so close yet so apart.


Now when I am facing reality and not sleeping but I am day dreaming about you and you with me only difference is its not yet US.


With lots of love to you. My dream boy❤️
-Gamini



PS- if you haven't read the part 1 ping me😅

Comments

Anonymous said…
Many people will be able to relate
June 5, 2022 at 11:44 PM
Deepti said…
🔥🔥❤️
June 6, 2022 at 12:46 AM
Anonymous said…
Idk how but you can really make peope fall in love with your blogs❣️
June 30, 2022 at 11:50 PM
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