M. S. ,
I very rarely remember my dreams. But occasionally I do remember them. Holding your hand was nice, hugging you was nice. But that is a just a hope, a want, a dream.
Forgive me if I daydream of you today. Or tomorrow, or the next day. I would be so lucky. You're so freaking attractive. You're so freaking cool.
Today, I want you to have a good day. I hope that you slept last night. I hope that you feel great today. I hope that you smile and laugh, and that they're not fake, but genuine. You deserve more days where you can do that, and feel that way.