I dreamed about you

After 5 minutes of talking to you, I started having dreams about you again. I dreamed that we admitted to each other that we liked the other. I was so happy and my heart filled with the feeling of gold. Gold, the color, the feeling of sunshine hitting your skin while your driving in your car on a summer day, the joy of happiness. You asked me out. I told you that I wasn't sure. When I told my mom, she said I should have told you yes, since I liked him. But I told her that she and I had agreed that you weren't ready to date for at least another year. I heard dreams are what you really are thinking and feeling. Even in my dream I knew you weren't ready to date. And even in my dream, it was you who was in it. I just can't forget you. The harder I try, the more you stay. Why did you tell me that you missed me?

Love, savannah