It was probably just a dream. One where you grab me close and kiss me in the rain. You kissed my nose and wouldn't let me go. You tasted sweet, like watermelon. And you held me tight and we shivered as the rain beat down on my soaking wet hair. Drops of water fell in my eyes, forcing me to blink and then there you were again. On my lips, smiling like I had always seen you smile before. I like to imagine that you were happy, happy in a warm way. But all I keep thinking is... it wasn't real. It wasn't real. It was NOT real.