Jay and I had a huge fight last night so he slept on the couch.

I cried myself to sleep.

In my dream

My biological father was chasing me with a gun around the house.

I ducked under the kitchen table.

He shot me.

End of dream

I woke up in a pool of sweat.

Thank god it was just a dream.

I started crying.

I really wish Jay and I hadn't fought last night.

He probably would hold me and kiss me and tell me he loved me.

I cried more thinking about that.

I hated when we fought.

Suddenly, Jay walked in the room.

"What you doing in here?" I asked.

"I heard you crying. I came to check if you were okay." Jay said.

"Well, I'm fine." I said.

"Okay, Kayla, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so inconsiderate. I know you're mad at me, but I want you to know that I love you so much." Jay said.

I broke down in tears.

Jay ran over and pulled me on his lap.

I put my head on his shoulder.

"I thought I would never hear those words from you again." I said.

"I would not last a day without telling you that I love you." I said.

I kissed him on the lips.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too." Jay said.

We kissed.