please don’t lie in order to make me feel better. i would much rather know the fucking truth.
you picked me up and we drove far out, into a woodsy/secluded area. i wasn’t sure what to think after what i heard about you yesterday. i was scared. your hands were shaking and I asked why…”i’m so nervous to be around you.” i kissed you first. we held hands. we broke into mansions with our friends. i wore grey timberlands and you always protected me. we walked about from the robberies free and clear and then bought sliders and onion rings. we held hands.
i awoke so confused. why am i dreaming about you?