i don't know why i still dream of you. school is over, classes have ended, and our texts have receded.

but the dream was so vivid. i could feel the way your hand grasped mine as we walked across the grass. i could hear your laughter in my ear when i spoke a sarcastic comment. i could feel your lips against mine when we kissed. i could hear your heartbeat as i leaned into your chest.

you're always so handsome, and i never forgot that, even when i'm dreaming. your smile makes my whole world brighter, and your laugh is music in my ears.

one question still remains: why do i still dream of you? i've accepted that we would never work out and that no matter how much i make you laugh, you see me as a friend and only a friend.

but i want to remember it. i want to remember speaking to my friends while leaning against your chest. i want to remember you telling me a joke in my ear and we laugh like no one else is around. i want to remember you sitting so close to me that i can barely breathe. i want to remember you explaining my actions in front of my friends like you know me inside and out. i want to remember you filming the scenery around you, a smile gracing your lips when you panned the camera over to me, as if i was the best view you had come across.

i want to remember this dream. this crazy, insane dream that will never become my reality. all i know is that awake or asleep, you still have the same effect on me.