My Dream was about a boy,
â??A boy?â?? you may ask
Yes he was everything I would ever want in a boy.
He brought me a rose when Iâ??d least expected it.
He called me when I was lonely.
He helped me when I was confused.
It was like he knew what I was thinking.
He gave me advice for everything that I was never able to figure out, and everything he advised me to do worked.
He was the best friend Iâ??d never have or had.
The way he looked at me when I cried, his eyes were like magic, they made me see everything in a better way, and they took all my worries away.
The boy I will never know, I never got his name, and I donâ??t remember what he looked like.
I just remember the way I felt around him. So free and safe. Like anything could happen.
The worst thing in the world could of happened and once I looked in his eyes everything went back in time and started again to a better start.
I never had that dream again.
But when I woke up I remember seeing his face look at me then walk away.
After that I called him angel of my love.
