fact:

perfect boys like him NEVER like girls like me. maybe.

the cool summer air blows past me as im walking by the mechanical monstor of a festival ride. i can see everything as cleary as i can get in the night, incandescent by the bright multicolored lights of the whirring attractions and perfuming food stands.and he walks with me, unbelievably as i could imagine, he stands along. everything that i had ever wanted and everything that i could have only filled myself with high hopes for is right next to me. we run along forgetting our age as well as anything else we care for.

the scene changes we are at massly friday night occupied bowling lanes but it seems we are alone.just us,two.everything that i would have ever wanted.its beautiful and romantic and perfectly abnormal. we talk and we laugh, and my hand is no longer swinging by my side freely as it would be in any other occasion. his face alligned and held together, majestic and flawless, nothing like mine. more defintion comes closer to me, i wish i could paint this, his features on his face become ever more vivid closer,clearer,closer and then, and then i wake up.
dreams like these should be banned. could this really happen, i have four days to find out. but elvis coming back is just as likely.