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Dream, Wish and Kiss
Some of the best things in my life have to do with him. He started to invade my dreams shortly after I met him. He seemed like the perfect guy. He was cute and funny, and of course he had to be cocky, so he didn't get too perfect. But his flaws would just melt away when I slept and he walked up to me as I dreamed, admitting that he really did care for me. During the day I couldn't wait for night to come so I could go to bed and close my eyes. Because I knew that once I closed them then the glorious dream would start. All the pressure of the day with worrying about homework, babysitting, grades, hoping he hadn't seen me stumble in the hall; all of it would just evaporate and the only thing that would matter would be him and how his lips felt against mine, even if it was just in my dream.
Then I started wishing about him. Birthday wishes, wishing wells, wishing stars, pennies that were made the same year I was born. I knew they were all superstitions, but I couldn't help it. It gave me hope. Even the e-mails that said send this on to 20 friends and the love of your life will kiss you on Friday I had to send out of course. Then on Friday, I would try my best to be around him. And of course, with every wish I closed my eyes. I was convinced it was the only way it would work. "Make a wish," my mom would always say, brushing the loose eyelash from my cheek and holding it out for me to blow. I closed my eyes, thinking only of his face and blowing gently on my mom's finger. When I opened my eyes again the eyelash was gone, too small to be seen but I always hoped that maybe that would be the lucky wish…
And then there was the wonderful kiss. It was just once, but I loved it. He had tried to just give me a little awkward hug but I kissed him instead. And you know what? I closed my eyes. It was just too much of a wonderful thing for me not too. I had dreamed about it and wished about it, and once I got it I had to close my eyes tight. I didn't want to see anything when it happened. My whole concentration was going to be on that kiss. The feel of his warm lips on mine and the best feeling of him not pulling away from me, but actually responding at first before I let go of him, taking a step back and apologizing. He told me not too, and I really didn't feel sorry. At first I just thought it was still a dream. It was too good for it to actually be happening to me. But in my dreams I never closed my eyes. In my dreams I was always trying to memorize his face as he kissed me because in my dreams my eyes were already closed.
I think that's the night I realized why I always close my eyes when good things are happening to me. I never want to ruin the moment by seeing and thinking. I try to forget everything: the facts that I'm his neighbor, my best friend is his step-sister, and I even try to forget that my name is Emily Davis. It's just better if you feel the moment. Put your heart and soul into it and try not to think, just to feel.
The best things in life cannot be seen. That's why we close our eyes when we dream, wish and kiss.
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A/n I bet you thought it was Casey, huh? I hoped you liked it anyway. Review!