So, I just need to get this dream onto "paper" before I loose it.
I'd been writing letters back and forth with Sam. We weren't into silly 'catch me if you can' games.
He is fairly new to the gang, but seems to have no trouble fitting in. I am going back and forth between being myself, and being Tarra. I love being her, because she and Jax care about each other so much.
I love being myself now, too, because I am really starting to care about Sam. He is elusive yet genuine.
Something has happened. He is upset, and is in the bathtub. I go in to talk to him. I end up crawling into the tub with him. We lie there, surrounded by deliciously warm water and watch TV. I love lying there next to him, his arm around me. He said he supposes we are going out now, and looks disappointed. I understand; we are both trying to focus on other things in our lives, and no matter how we feel about one another, we know we should be single for a while.
Later, I am Tarra, and he is Jax. Someone violates me, and he furiously goes after him. He is there for me, and I am there for him.
I've fallen in love with a guy I made up in my dreams. I woke up really thinking I'd been writing with him, that this was, in the more feasible aspects at least, real. FML.
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