This is based on a dream I had the other night.

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I couldn’t believe it.
Me, with Dave. The guy I’ve been crushing on for atleast a year now. I’ve succesfully confessed my love to him (without saying something retarded) to him, and he said he’d go out with me.
We were on our way to the Local Stop and Shop, because I said I’d make cookies while we were watching the movie at his house. Dave doesn’t really like sweets, but he agreed quickly.
It was a little weird.
So, as we’re walking from aisle to aisle, I’m browsing, cluelessly in my own innocence, trying to be one of the best girlfriends I could be.
“I forgot something in the car,” he said.
I smiled. “Okay,” I said.
I finished up and paid, and then waited around for atleast an hour for Dave.
I tried calling him on his cellphone, but he didn’t answer.

And then it hit me.
He was just playing games with me.
He ditched me.
He doesn’t love me at all.