He has the prettiest eyes.

I dreamt about him last night. Even though I know I shouldn't have. I pretty much willed myself to, though. I dreamt we were in a car, someone else was driving and there were three of us in the backseat and I don't remember who the third person was, but he was sitting in the middle and pressed against me. I wrapped my hand around his arm, and then he put his hand in my lap, so I covered his hand with my other hand. My memory is blurry and fuzzy, but warm. I wish it could be real. It just felt so nice to simply hold his hand like that. I miss the innocence that the idea of him once held for me.