So, last night I dreamed I was sitting somewhere watching a movie or with friends. There was a boy beside me and he held my hand and made me feel loved and beautiful. I never saw his face. But he held my hand during a movie in a dream and made me feel more loved than you ever did. And all he was was a dream.
the day you find this journal is the day you will kill me.
Et tu, Brute?
- And some boy in a dream,