One night you'll see me walk in wearing my black dress. Clair de Lune will be playing when you remember this moment.

Your memory will shift suddenly from my entrance to us watching the stars. It'll feel like we were drinking wine, but this happened in junior year, when neither of us had drunk a sip of alcohol yet.

On this night you tell me that I'm beautiful and yet we spend most of our time staring at the moon and sky. Only peeking at each other to steal a glance.

I still remember this today. You were in my dream last night. I wonder if you've ever dreamed of me?