But I never told you what I should have said. No, I never told you, I just held it in

Dream:
Frito Lay was sitting next to me and I was burning up. It felt like I was getting a fever, but you were rubbing circles right on the spot between my breasts and back. I must have jerked or moved when you were doing it because you turned to me and said in that voice of yours, "You're really sensitive". Your fingers were cool and soft, so soft. They calmed me down and took some of the burn away. You steadied me, but we didn't talk. We didn't need to. You watched TV and I basked in your presence, and felt safe and protected.

I will miss you a lot after I graduate.

On another note:

CarrollBlog 4.28

There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else; they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Chuck Klosterman