I mean that in literal terms, by the way, he was a man and he was in my dreams and by gum was he dreamy! Oh, I can't really remember him that well... who ever he was. But he was tall abd had short blonde hair and lived in a flat somewhere far away. And we were madly in love. We were in a car coming back somewhere too, and we ended up in helensburgh just along from the old school and I had to leave... and I got rather upset.
Is that not funny? A man i have never met, a man who's name I don't even know, I miss? I miss a man that I don't know. I can't even remember what he sounded like, I can't remember his face. I can't even remember what he was wearing. Maybe I'll get lucky and he will come back, he will visit in my dreams and we'll go on day trips and to the cinema in my head. Maybe we'll move in together, in my head, and get a dog and a car and I'll be famous, in my head.
He was nice, I think. He wasn't annoyingly nice, wasn't too controlling. From what time we spent together he seemed like a wonderful guy. Do you think he's real? I wonder. Maybe this is how de ja vu works, and I'll meet this guy in a flat and we won't have to live it all out in my head.
But that's imposible.
I wouldn't half mind finding him again and asking him who he is. Next time he pops into my head, I'm going to ask him. That's if I don't forget and he decides that today we're going to have a pic-nic or a candle lit dinner or... You get the picture.
He was the perfect guy and from now on I won't be able to be with anyone without compairing them to this imaginary man that most likely doesn't exsist. And all the boys in the world will think; "well, she's a nutter, ain't she?".
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