Pipe Dreams

The Thursday dancing has ended tragically.

I thought I'd gotten rid of all of my pipe dreams (becoming an author, traveling through Europe, moving far away), until I realized that spending time with my best friend was a pipe dream too. I mean, come on, I've known the kid practically since he was released from his mother's womb. Apparently I got too used to seeing him every day, so when he moved forty-five minutes away, it was an adjustment. Now that he moved closer to me again, I never see him or hear from him at all. The fact that I'm desperately in love with him doesn't help much either. That fact alone makes me feel like he's avoiding me or something. And I don't want to be too pushy about it either, but the last time I saw him will be exactly one month ago tomorrow.

All I want is to know what the hell is going on with him. Dream big, right?