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.
