You were in my dream last night. Would you like to know what happened? We met and we talked. And then you were the narrator of the dream. You had a crush on me, but you were always too scared to say anything. You watched what I did, but not in a creepy way in a way that showed care. You noticed all the little things, like when my smile dropped or when I laughed too long. You told your friends about your crush, and they said we would look cute together; how sweet. One day, my friends jokingly say I have a crush on you, you wonder if it's true but what are the chances. The summer comes and goes. You still have an innocent crush on me, but now you don't tell anyone. What would they think, liking some dumb girl for a YEAR. You continued to watch me and started liking me more and more. Another year passes and you still have the same crush. One friend at your new school knows but no one else. You try to forget me but you can't, you can't it's just impossible. Try harder, forget about me, stop thinking about me, it's never gonna happen. And then I woke up. And I realized; those weren't the dream thoughts of you, those were the thoughts that kept me up at night. But in the dream you had no idea that I liked you back, and oh how I wish the same was true for me.