So I dreamed of you the other night. We were really close, in a touchy-feely more-than-just-friends kind of way, and it was nice. I woke up feeling like I was missing out on something, because we aren’t really like that in real life. Probably because we live 45 minutes apart and only really see each other on campus.
Apart from that one lovely coffee date over summer. It surprised me that you asked: we’d never really done that before, and I confess that at the time I couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a friendly catch up or something slightly more than that.
Because I know you’re shy when it comes to this stuff; it takes you ages to build up the courage to ask someone out. I find that adorable, and even more so that you admit it. Not many guys would.
And, well, lately I’ve been thinking that maybe you’re a good match for me. I’ve known for a while now that I quite like you. The first clue was the huge smile on my face when you text me out of the blue. And then you were so sweet the day my boyfriend broke up with me. You were the first to text me, and you posted that cute video on my Facebook wall.
I don’t want to say anything about any of this yet. Because I’m worried I’m reading way too much into it and if I say anything I’ll not only look stupid but it might make things awkward for a bit and I really don’t want that. So I’m writing it out here, more to get it out than anything, because I know the chances of you reading this are slim to none.
I’m planning on asking you if you have any interest in seeing The Devil Inside. I dreamed that too: that we saw a scary movie and you held me when I was scared. I liked that feeling, dream though it was. Hopefully I get that feeling again tonight. After two weeks of barely any sleep, that feeling is what keeps me going now.