I had a dream. We were sitting beside each other on the couch and as habit sometimes, I lay my arm on it. You took it instead and let it rest across your shoulders, resting your head on it as you moved closer towards me. My fingers lovingly played with your ear. I looked at your shoulder and I was very tempted to give in and lean on it, feeling the warmth and comfort of this proximity. Then I woke up and realised it was all just a dream. If only... ...
--Diary of a Wishful Girl--
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