Can a dream be wrong? Aren’t dreams God’s way of telling you things?
Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there’s no happily ever after. You’ll only find happy endings in books. Some books.
You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.
This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn’t about sex. It’s about connection.
A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child’s kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us. We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find…… a perfect paper airplane.