It was one of those weird dreams, but I still can remember your stare, your look at me was that of someone 'interested', someone who wants to know me, someone who wants to protect me, and I was kind of shy I couldn't even look back I only kept glancing at you secretly, from behind my phone screen, fearing you'd see me looking at you. I still can remember. It warms my heart greatly, but it also gives me the urge to cry, and I have these droplets of tears in the eyes that want to escape but still can't. I wish my mom hadn't woken me up at that moment so that I could look at you more, so that I could sink more into your eyes, but they say that the only dreams you can remember after you wake up are those you see in the last moments so I'm kind of grateful I can remember I've seen you. I love you.