Mushiness

I thought I have been dreaming
The thoughts of our friendship plays every now and then
That I'm not sure whether that is but just another dream
I thought I'm having illusions
For the smile he gave me could be nothing but fantasy
The way we talked
As if were long-time friends
I can't seem to forget the first time he talked to me
Smiled at me. Made friends with me.
Surely. This is real. He is nowhere out of reach.
He is just a smile away.
His eyes sparkle like diamonds in the sky
His silent gestures is like that of a gentle stream
I never thought he could be mischievous. Like me.
But he can. And I'm glad to know.

It's fun to take roles. I think I like being mushy. Hahaha! I like this poem.

The question is, to whom is it dedicated?