I was finally about to meet him. I was home(as in, at my first house with my family) and Love was with me. They were at Love's house, for an unknown reason. I was about to ask my mom to drive us to meet him, very nervously, when they come through the door. I know it was him because I even used his name.
His girlfriend was with him. I smile at her, then shake his hand. That's it. Nothing romantic, no crying because I finally got to meet my first love or any jealousy. It just happened.
I'm trying to decipher the dream. Is this just how I want it to go, if I were to ever meet him? Is this my brain telling me I'm over him? Or my brain giving me 'closure' because I am indeed semi-jealous and missing them?
I guess I'll never know.
