In her sleep, she dreamed of a day she’s finally able to tell him how she feels. In his sleep, he dreamed of a day when he’s finally able to stop pretending like he doesn’t realize her feelings at all. But what came as dreams stay as dreams. And they are forever trapped in a cycle of “what-if”s that wouldn’t come to be, if only they’d stop dreaming and start living for a moment.
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