I mustered up the courage to come back from college to confess my love to you. Because you were a senior in high school, you smiled and said you would consider it, but you still took me to school by bike. Under the dim light, the snow was falling. I mustered up the courage to wrap my arms around your waist. My hands facing the wind touched the material of the sportswear that was still there. I carefully pressed against the warmth of your back, and suddenly there was a covering warmth in my hand.
#Ihavenoboyfriend#
This is my dream, I don't know if it is the first dream I have been warmed by you.