it's nighttime, and we're on the roof of my house. i'm leaning up against him, and he's just kinda stroking my hair. we're just looking at the moon and listening to nature.

he was driving me home from the movies on a late, cold, rainy night. it's storming. we're driving on an empty road, and the radio is playing love songs really quietly because we're just riding along talking about the movie. then his car stalls, and we end up pulling over the the side of the road. he gets out of the car in all that rain, and he tries to fix the car but to no avail. he gets back in, soaking wet, with a hopeless expression on his face. i lean over a i give him a kiss on the cheek, then i smile at him to make him feel a little better. you know...then...we make out....duhhh...

we're outside at my house and it's night (yep). it's kinda chilly. we're just there, laying together in the hammock on my porch and cuddling.

nighttime on the beach during spring break. we're with all our friends. we stick to the back of the group. we stop and watch them walk away so we can be alont. their voices fade. the waves are crashing, it's almost pitch black, and the stars are out, with hotels making shadows behind us. i'm in a sun dress, he's just...well, whatever guys wear. we put our arms around each other and start kissing. then the group comes back after realizing we're gone and says, "ooooooh la-laaa"

the beginning of this fantasy is true, because it's what i will be telling a certain person sometime soon at the end of the year. the end may be true, dunno yet. anyways, i take him to a secluded area. I say, "so, we're going separate ways. i was thinking about that and i remembered something. that if you love something, let it go. if it comes back, it's yours. i'm letting you go," i kiss him. as I walk away, "i hope you come back." "Melissa," he calls when i'm almost gone. i turn back. "i'll be right there." he smiles and starts walking towards me.

he's at my house late at night. he'll probably end up sleeping over, since it's about two thirty and he doesn't want to go home. "I want to hold you. Let me stay," he says, so I just smile. "Alright." My parents are already asleep, but me and him are on the living room sofa, the only light on is the light of the TV as we watch and laugh at a bunch of late night shows on Nick at Nite. we lay together on the sofa, or at least on the floor leaning up against it, and I have my head buried in his neck and I can smell his cologne, our legs just twisted around each other in a way, our arms around each other, and his hand on my forehead just stroking my hair peacfully.

I know, I know...I'm pathetic.