dreams are cruel, making happy realities that won’t come true

driving from the middle of nowhere to that city i loved so long ago; he wouldn't know it, but i promised him he'll love it; he was in the front seat of my car, convinced me to stop for drinks; we're parked in front of a gas station at 3am holding blue icees & staring at the stars through the sun roof of the car; then he turned to me and my heart skipped a beat.

we locked eyes & i had never seen a smile so wide and gorgeous i nearly melted in my seat.

that's how i knew this was a dream.