I wish I could believe it. I don't have any dreams of us anymore. I don't have any dreams. I once dreamt of you every night. But you rejected me many times. You never cared about me, and now you're here. Why? Why are you still toying with me?

... someday sounds good, but only if the sex is dirty, otherwise I don't care about someday.

I have some favourites too but yours seems perfect for us. When the time comes it will probably be just like that. Effortless.

60 story blues

in my dream we meet for coffee, we talk about our lives, i look at you with longing, you look at me FOR longing, and then having gotten what you need you say well that was nice catching up.

Someday my sweets.

It’s my favorite too. In some versions you let fly with a good slap first, which I deserved. But then you break out in that radiant smile! The one that could melt stone. I miss that, the cute way you would try to hide it with a hand, as if that could ever contain your natural state of joy

And we hardly have to speak more than a few words to each other at first. We simply find that same easy intensity, as though we never parted at all.

Mmmm. It’s a nice fantasy, isn’t it...M?

A slap includes skin contact, so eww no. I wouldn't waste the energy or time slapping you, and the thought of skin contact with you of any kind makes my skin crawl.

Not the OP, but I had a dream like that too...except it actually happened. I didn't look at them for longing though, I was thrilled to be sitting there, with them, talking about our lives. And when it came time to part it wasn't what I wanted to do, but you see, they are so much better off without me. But even when I die, I take with me that last memory of them sitting there, looking at me, having those last moments together. And that's enough for me, and so now no matter what happens to me, no matter how I die, no one will ever take that away from me.