I dreamed of you

and your face looked familiar, somehow

although I still wonder who you are.

We were dating

and I asked you to be my boyfriend,

instead of telling you that I loved you,

because I was terrified.

You looked so gentle,

funny, charming and smart,

I guess you were just my type.

I remember that you met my family and friends,

I remember seeing you talk with my mum.

I remember that I was so happy in your arms,

and I still wonder who you are.

All I know is that I would love meeting you in real life,

until then, I guess I'll just try to dream of you,

at least, one more time.