I felt it. I felt loved.

I felt his warm breath upon my cheek as he whispered in my ear,

"Meet me in the gym at 6:00."

I felt his soft tender lips pressing against mine.

I felt his heart beat as I placed my hand on his chest.

I could feel his hand running through my hair.

My heart raced as he kissed my lips.

I felt my face turning red as my friends joked in the backround.

I remember his brown eyes staring into mine,

I saw the love in them.

But yet here I sit crying on my bed.

Crying because it was just a dream.