I dreamt about you.

I haven't dreamt of you in were on a rooftop. It was a sunny day. We lined up like we used to, back in school. I heard you cough from behind me and I leapt into your arms, overjoyed. You kissed me and smiled. I miss your smile sometimes. You know; we never did have our first kiss. Even though you were my first love. You had your arms around me. You held me tight as if you loved me.

As if you still loved me.