i dreamt last night of the boy who never touched me. the boy i think wanted to,but never dared. could it really be that 13 years later, rejections and loneliness call upon dreams of devin geyer.

we were twentysomething and involved in some sort of class or project, paired together (by choice or not i couldn't tell). i loved him so much and was so infatuated, i did everything i could think of to beguile the boy that beguiled me. shirt straps fallen, exposed breast, brushing up against (in an innocent way at first), but to no avail. he never touched back. he would look from time to time and seemed pensive at times.