the possibilities of us.

A friend and me were talking the other night and I told her about a dream I had:

"All of our friends were at a bar, and he was there. I was sitting on a stool, he was standing beside me, leaning on my right thigh. Everyone was dancing to the music, the place was jampacked. But we had our own world-- he was just looking at me, like I'm the only person he can see. And he moved his face closer to mine... and then we started kissing..."

and then I woke up.

And she asked: "Is that it?"

I said: "Yeah, I'm too tired to do anything or make any move."

"So pababayaan mo na lang na ganyan? Sabagay, ganon na lang nga siguro dapat. no expectations na lang.. para less hurt."

"I dont want to make the move again -- if it'll be coming from him, sure, mas maganda, at least alam ko na sure na sya nun. Pero kung ako lang, I'm sure it'll be another one way street, so hahayaan ko nalang. Nakakapagod din eh, yung di na-aappreciate lahat ng ginagawa mo, diba?"

All signs show that there MAY be a possibility of us, but the truth is...

there isn't any possibility.

in big, bold, red (whoops, orange!) letters.

*sigh*