it feels silly, but i am comforted by the idea of him. dreams aren't anything to get excited over, no premonition, but i don't feel like i'll be alone forever

who was heee. in my dream, white, black hair. harvard boy, touring europe for a year. i came to him and started talking about being gay, he already seemed smart, and he was, he agreed! we talk and have so much in common, but he being extroverted we talk online and love each other we meet up again in an ice rink? we hold hands and stand close. smiles all around. somebody looking over dispprovingly? afraid of leaving him, he's going to europe.. we explore the underground, looking to see no one's there and we hide but his sister is there with a boss-like person.