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I dont have many dreams, that I remember anyway. Lately, these dreams that Im having dont really make much sense to me..

I picked up my black bookbag the one with pink flowers and headed for the coat rack, only looking for one that was much like a parka-- it was brown though. My scarf hung entertwined within my mother's coat and the hook. Going down the steps, off the second story which I lived on, I sped to the corner of the block then crossed as the crossing guard walked me across. He had been a mayor once, my mother had told me.

Just a little longer and I would be with him, the one I truly wanted to be around. Im so contained, only a screen whether it be a computer or not. Thats all we've had, and I wish it could go farther. I wish we could actually be togather, but being so contained is good for now. I guess itll prove if this is real or not. If he's willing to wait for so long, then it must be true what he feels for me, it must. It makes sense doesnt it? I mean, at the end, itll all be worth while, I know it will. Just his face will make everything-- just his smile and his simple gestures.