Follow me in my dreams
Last night I dreamt of Josling.
I haven't thought about him in such a while that his last name feels alien on my tongue.
I dreamt I was on a beach, walking with my here feet dipping into the waves as they shrugged up and down the shore. It was dusk, the sun was beginning to set, and then I saw him. Long, black hair. Wide grin with those big lips. I swear I could even smell the Hugo Boss on him.
He was just watching me, following me at a distance but I could sense he wanted to talk to me. Why didn't he?
The sun slowly set and the stars appeared. I took off my clothes and waded into the sea, it felt warm and refreshing all at once.
He wanted to, but didn't follow me.