I've never felt happiness like that.
Never in my dreams and definitely never in reality.
Nope. I wasn't a billionaire's daughter with lotsa admirers, neither am I a rock star basking in the public's attention.
I'm still the pathetic kid I am, just like in the reality. Shabbily dressed in my repeatedly-worn clothes, stepping on my semi-ripped canvas shoes, with hair looking as messy as ever.
But he was beside me, holding my hand like I'm a lil girl all over.
It's strange how a dream is capable of creating such overwhelming emotion in the human mind.
When I woke up, I felt so angry at myself for waking up.
My happiness was confiscated.
I actually felt devastated for the morning over a non-existence relationship.
Wtf.
Me and my absurd stupidity.
Wadevaaa.
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