It's never a good sign when you get to see it first in your dreams.
Bright of day. The two of you were perching on stools in the corner of a glass-walled café. She listened pleasantly to your whispered sweetnothings, her eyes sparkled with bliss. Before long you proposed the possibility of a relationship as effortlessly as dreams go. She leaned forward and your lips met.
They parted and met again... and you woke up no sooner than the third time they parted and met.
How are you going to live with yourself now?
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