I thought a lot last night. About the dream you had. The first part made me smile, and everything. But I can’t really say I was a fan of the end. Because that sounds like something I would’ve done 3 years ago. I used to be the type of guy who had a girlfriend, and then I’d flirt with other girls and make them like me, and then I’d dump my girlfriend for the next girl.. That’s just how I was, and I wish I could change it, but I can’t. I think it’s crazy how your dream captured a little of how I used to be. A little of the guy I hope to never be again. That’s really all I could think about last night. Anyway. Amidst my thinking, I fell asleep. Maybe it’s because I was thinking about all that, and such. because I had a dream, too. I always tend to dream about whatever I’m thinking before i go to sleep. Mind you, I’m not as good at writing and being descriptive as you are.

I was at a party, sitting by the fire. The party was in full swing. Everyone around me was drunk, slurring words and stumbling around cluelessly. Some sneaking off to cars or off into tents. I was no where near drunk, I was struggling to get used to the taste of the bitter drink I held in my hand. It seems like everyone was having a good time, but me. There was no joy in losing control over myself like my friends had. But that’s when you showed up, in a car full of girls that I didn’t even know, but from that moment on, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. And it seemed that my friends couldn’t, either. Anyway. You got out and sat at the picnic table directly across from me, while your friends went straight for the coolers. As I watched you, one of my drunken friends approached you, sitting next to you, he put his arm around you and the anger bubbled up inside of me. I collected myself when it seemed to be to your distaste. And that’s when he made his big move. I half leapt-half ran right through the fire. I shoved him away from you, and grabbed your hand, tugging you up a nearby hill with me. I wasn’t sure how to explain my behavior, or even how to go about making my next move. I traced nervous circles in your palm with my thumb as I took you up the hill with me. I sat when we got to the top. Expecting you to ask a million questions, but you didn’t. You just sat next to me, and nothing really needed to be said. 
It was freezing. Probably cold enough that if it hadn’t been dark, we could’ve seen our breath. The moon illuminated you just enough so that I could see you shiver beside me. I shrugged out of my jacket and put it around your shoulders. but it was still ungodly cold, way too cold for a sweatshirt to keep you warm. I pulled you in close, wrapping my arms around your waist.  You didn’t push me away, or protest. I held you, and you nestled yourself into me. We just sat there. And for those few hours or minutes, time stood still and we were completely content with the world.