Just me, dreaming about you.

I had a dream. We were on a date, the first date of my whole life... And I was pretending I am not me, because if I would have been me, you wouldn't have gotten into a date since you don't even talk to me already; so I was acting like if I am someone else and apparently you believed me, because it seemed that you didn't know it was me neither... You couldn't recognize me. And I was so nervous about you finding out it was me, because I didn't want you to leave, all I wanted was to spend at least that one day by your side...

We were in a car, you were driving and we were talking and talking, but the topic I remember the most is: friends.

Me: So, do you have many friends?

You: Only two.
I was expecting you not to answer when I asked about who are them, this since you're a mysterious guy and I was a total stranger in the dream, but surprisingly you just answered:

Marta & Rita.

And it is amazing how you named exactly the two women I am jealous the most in your life.

I guess we were in my homecity because we went to my grandmother's house, which is weird because as you know I am not that close to my father's mom & she had pictures of baby me in her house, which is also weird because actually she doesn't. And I ran to you when I saw you looking at my baby pictures because I was so scared about you realizing about it was me, the girl you don't want to talk to, but you just said that I look cute in the picture and I should always wear like that, which means without covering myself like now.

Then I noticed you were pretending the whole time, you knew it was me... So making me jealous and saying that comment was all in purpose, you just did & said what you wanted and I got so angry; because you didn't have the guts to tell me those things straight in the face by admiting it was me who you were talking to and because you were acting like a real idiot towards me, but maybe I was acting like an idiot towards you as well.

When I woke up I just wanted to call you or write you or whatever, just to be able to reach you and tell you that I was mad at you so that you would apologize, so that you'll say we're fine, so that you'll calm myself down, so that you would so we're going to be alright like in the old times, but again, it was just a dream and the truth is that it has been three months (actually four in a couple of days more), since last time we talk and I am kind of sure about you don't want to talk to me at all so there was no chance of anything of this happening, it was just me you know? Me dreaming, dreaming about you, when you're already gone. 

Don't dream about me anymore, believe me, it's not healthy at all.