I don't remember how he looks like now. I didn't know his name or how we met or how we got to know each other. I don't know who he is.
I remember that he was taller than me by at least a head, and strong enough to pick me up by the waist and swing me around. I remember he wore glasses. I remember he wasn't particularly good looking, but he was pleasant to look at.
I remember we kissed in the taxi. He smiled so happily such that his best friends immediately knew. It was sweet.
But it was only a dream.
And dreams don't usually come true, do they?
:: nimezs @ 12:00 pm [+] ::
