what did I do to deserve this.

3am, way past my bed time, I am sleepy too but I'm afraid to close my eyes. Since Friday when that unexpected moment happened where I got to hang out alone with you, since then... I cannot stop dreaming of you. I absolutely despise it! I mean, it's already bad enough that I think of you all the time. I feel like I deserve to skip the torture of dreaming of the state of things that we could be. I hate that I see it vividly, I hear your voice saying my name and your arrogant ass is there like you're not going away. The part I hate the most is waking up, shocked that I dreamt of you again, sad that it will never happen.