I dreamt about you again.

We walked down a lane,

(not a road)

I think there were cherry blossoms

(cheesy I know)

and I knew you had a girlfriend

(yes, even in my dreams)

but I let you slide your hand around my waist

and pulled me tight

and for once I did not fight it

(for once I did not hide it)

I leaned my head against your shoulder

You pulled me tighter still

And on this clichéd cherry lane,

(and only in my dreams)

I think I might have fallen in love with you.