i've dreamt about you every night. sometimes you are bringing me presents. sometimes we are just laughing in the kitchen holding beers. sometimes we are kissing. last night, we were in the backseat of someone's car, mystery person driving us who-knows-where. i was sad, curled up against the door, head resting on the window, trying to sleep. i think we were running away. you were holding my hand softly. sometimes you would touch my hair or cheek. you kissed the knuckles on my first two fingers. i was crying and afraid but your tenderness saved me from utter despair.