I dreamt about this guy I have a history with, whom I was still sort of in love with at the time.
I was sitting in the school's dining room eating. Suddenly he walked by (let's call him... Pig). He stopped where I was sitting, and he took my hand and just held it for a long time. His hand was warm, and smooth, and I can still remember the feeling of warmth, security and happiness. Then he let go of my hand and left.
