Pro tip: taking her cell phone is probably not the best way to get her attention.

I had a dream about you last night.

The contents of the dream are still a mystery to me—my dreamself is usually more confident than I, not the desperate type.

In the dream, I was waiting anxiously by the phone... wondering why you haven’t returned my message. Yet, next to me on the bed was your phone. With your apps. Your pictures (with and without your ex). Occasionally going off with calls/texts from your friends.

Of course you couldn’t return my message.

As the dream progressed, I eventually pick you up. We go in search of your missing cell phone. You’re using a borrowed tablet, and the “Find My” feature.

And I’m sweating bullets... because I really like you, yet I’m the jackass who took your phone. And I have no reasonable explanation for why.

Other than I wanted to see you.

I still do. And I won’t take your phone.