August 20th, 2022

Dear [redacted],

It seems that no matter how hard I try to make sure my feelings are tampered down when I'm awake, I can't control them at night. Rarely do I ever dream about people I know, but you seem to be in each one I have. I researched it, and it turns out it's called a reoccurring dream. I'll tell you what it's about.

I'm standing in my apartment making something. It usually changes based on the day, sometimes it's tea, sometimes it's food like soup or mac and cheese. It's usually dark and raining outside, but the lights in my apartment are warm and bright. It's cozy, and warm, and safe. Eventually, you come in the front door and you smile. You embrace me, and you love me. You hug me from behind, and I share my food with you. We lay on a plush couch that sinks in when we lay there, and you laugh. I don't remember if we have conversations, but I'm sure we do. I live forever in those moments, simply existing with you in my arms. I suppose my greatest desire is to be wanted by you.

My dream is you.

Love,

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