IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREAM -_-

        Call me theatrical, but it’s like I’ve just stepped into a Romeo-Juliet movie. People dancing at the center of the room dressed in nice, attractive tale-dress. I didn’t know if I belong here, not until I hit a mirror and saw a beautiful girl dress in white. She was so stunning like a goddess in old times. I was so shocked of what I’ve seen. I can’t believe an ordinary girl like me can turn into a dazzling, goddess-like teenager.

        He came down the grand staircase looking like a god as always. With his long, white robe that flows beneath him. His dark, slick hair bounces as he move, walking towards me. All the girls were gawking at him but he just let them be.

    He stands right in front of me; hand extended and asks me to dance. With his oh so perfect face and body, who could ever decline? We twirl, glide and sway the entire night. He keeps on staring into my eyes, like he finds it beautiful somehow. we talked a little as we dance. He

keeps on telling me that he      misses me so much.

      That night was the most splendid night I’ve ever experienced. But he has to go. Why so early? I hate it when it comes to this. The thing that I didn’t forget the most is when he gave me a soft kiss at my right hand. A courteous way of saying goodbye. I wish a kiss on the cheek is a way of saying hi. And if so, I would like to be greeted by him every single minute. Well, dreams are never ending.

           Till next dream my mysterious dream boy.