'Don't dream to far, don't lose sight of who you are. Don't remember that rush of joy. He could be that boy, I'm not that girl.'
Lovina woke in the middle of the night, she looked around and saw that she was at her older brother Antonio's house.
Lovina tried to memorize the room she was in to keep from thinking about the dream she had woken from. She had been with Alfred at a dance, wearing one of Mattie's dresses. he had kissed her, then she woke from the fantasy of the dream. She was trying to keep away the rush of joy she had gotten from the dream kiss, but rembered the dress. It wasn't like her at all. She never wore pink and frills -that was Mattie's thing- Lovina only wore green and simple-but still dead sexy-dresses.
"He may be the boy for me, but I'm not his girl." she sighed as she laid back down, going back to the land of dreams, knowing the pain that would be there when she woke.
'Ev'ry so often we long to steal to the land of what-might-have-been,but that doesn't soffen the ache we feel when reality sets back in.'