The first psychic dream I remember having was that my teenage crush was going to return to school that day, after being gone for many months. Then he did, the same day. Since then I seem to only have dreams like that only about very close friends who are like twin souls.
That person likes me back now. (A little late.) He put his arm around me many years later and called me beautiful and hugged and kissed me and other stuff. The physical part wasn't anything to write home about because we were drunk, but in his vulnerable drunk state he said "I feel like I've known you forever."
I crushed on him from afar in school. I deliberately avoided him. I wanted to idealize him on a pedestal at a distance safe enough to never be disappointed. I didn't want to change myself for anyone, and I wasn't about to follow the crowd who never left town because they got pregnant and married. I wasn't going to let a man hold me back and make me stuck there forever.
But his eyes were something familiar. He had resting sad face. And was a really sexy dresser. The most perfect everything I had ever seen.
He's not as cute now. I don't think we were meant to be lovers in this life and maybe it isn't even about that. But do you ever wonder if you have certain connections with people because of a past life? What if I was supposed to show up to make him realize something or save his soul or, remind him of something that will save him, an attempt to protect him in some way...
My imagination sure is colorful.
11:32 p.m. - 2019-10-04