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Friday, July 20, 2007 . 7:32 PM

I was about to tell you.

We were matchmaked.
We had to go out on Tuesdays and Fridays at 6.30 PM.
You hated me at first, but I didn't you.
On one of the days, you told me your father made you shave. You said you hated shaving.
Your family would always drive you to the front of my house.
One day you made me pissed so I kneed you in the stomach and started to go back into my house.
You grabbed my arm and said something. I wasn't mad anymore.
We went out. It was different.
You said something. We had a first kiss.
I can still feel your warmth lingering on me.
I was berating myself for not telling someone, when I woke up.

A horrible discovery came down on me.

It all seemed so real. But it was all just a dream.