I keep dreaming with you.
In my dream you asked me to go for a run.
Go ahead, I’ll be good for you, you said.
In my dream we were both seating on a couch, facing each other.
You took my hands between yours.
But I hate running, I complained.
In my dream you just looked around us while gently touching my knees.
You need to
Will you come with me?
In my dream, for the first time, you looked me in the eyes.
I can’t, you said in a whisper. If I do everyone will know.
In my dram I looked at you, hopeless, yet drowned in a feeling of devotion.
I’ll run then.
In real life, I realized that it wasn’t that everyone would have known, it meant that you would have.
Now I only can talk to you in my dreams.
