Nothing more than that, not, “I love you, will you be mine forever,” not, “I love you, I want to live with you,” but just simple, “I love you.” In such a nonchalant manner, I almost missed hearing it in the dream. I remember asking you to repeat it, and you did, in a quiet, almost sheepish sort of manner.
Neither of us made a big deal about it, though I think I kissed you after you said it the second time, but then the dream continued on, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Another dream, that so much was it natural, I had to recollect myself when I woke with you this morning and remind myself it didn’t actually happen. I’m getting a bit sick of these dreams that are too real.