Haha

I had a dream this week. In that dream I was texting asking for your apartment address. I24 x 24, you texted back. I told you i was going to hand you presents and you said you couldn't wait. It was a chilly night and it was your birthday. I bought presents and I wanted to give it to you in person. So I found your lot and rung the doorbell. I was expecting you to answer as I thought you would be  excited to receive your birthday present, and just couldn't wait for me to show up. But your mom, young and pretty, answered and smiled at me Instead. I walked past your mom, couldn't believe the fact that you didnt want to see me. I walked into your living room and there you were. Sitting at the floor with your brothers, watching some ball game while feeding yourselves cream cakes, not even glancing at me. Maybe he didnt hear the bell, I thought. Just to break this painful silence between us, I shouted happy birthday with the most cheerful tone I can find, and handed you the present. You accepted it, smiled a little and went back to your game. It was so so awkward, just to break it off, I greeted your dad and your mom. But none of them seem welcome. I can tolerate this situation no more so I said goodbye to your mom and walked out. Quietly outside your lot, I swore that I will hate you forever. 

Then I woke up. And I was just so happy that it was just a pathetic dream, it really was pathetic  cause you don't even live in an apartment.