§ ... Then He Held My Hand...
This one's a short snippet, and quite uneventful, if I may say so. But the details and the emotions were just so REAL, that it lingers, and breaks my heart over and over again.I was lying down on a bed, on my back, fully clothed and warm. The bed had warm red sheets (I don't recall if there were pillows) and it was surrounded with light, blush peach curtains. The bed's sheets draped on the floor, upon which he, Puppy II, was sitting, his back leaning on the bed.
He was looking pensive. I rolled to my side and offered my hand. He looked up, gently smiled, and held my hand.
At that moment, everything seemed so right, so perfect. The emotions that flooded me were that of warmth, comfort, affection, such that I went to the point of asking myself, "Is this how it is, to love and be loved in return?" It felt that there was nothing we can't face since we were together.
The dream, I've used as a sign to ask him out. We had about two non-dates, and after that... looks like things didn't really work out. ^^;
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