last night

he saw me. i was out with friends when he came up to me and said hi. i said hi in return and gave him a hug. i shouldnt have (you dummy!) but it was instinct. what used to be was everytime i saw him i used to hug him as tight as i could, like i wouldnt let go. this time it was just brief, and gave him a pat on the back of course. might as well make it look like a chum-hug i thought. we talked. he asked me how i was and i did the same. he didnt tell me that he missed me, but his gaze, his eyes piercing through my soul told me he did. he asked me if we could play foosball again one last time. that was his favorite game back then. i said sure and that he deserves a good ass whupping (and i meant that literally). he laughed. he said im still as corny as i was before. i had the ball and put it in play. it was fun playing with him again. we both screamed and squealed.. well it was more of me actually. sad to say, i lost by one point. 10-9. he was happy. i was happy too, seeing him smile again and smiling at me. i forgot what happened after that. all i knew was that we were walking away from the foosball table when he took my hand into his and held it. tight and intertwined. just like a couple again. i hoped he didnt see me blush. i looked into his eyes, questioning his move. he just smiled. i smiled and just went along. it felt good anyway, being with him again. he was about to open the door to his apartment when something bit my arm. and then..


i woke up.