crayonmoron
Sage. He was a boy in my dream. Cute, stunning really. He was outgoing but not obnoxious like other boys. He was caring and sweet, especially towards his friends and family. We met on an odd day at the post office and somehow found each other again. He kissed me softly to have his sister run off. With that he ran after her, and I was never to see him again. For he became a distant memory that lingered on my lips.