ENTRY: 21, written by 'ALCEA'.

(For all intensive purposes these are to be archived. For any newcomer reading these, these are a comprehensive list of the occasional moments I view in time. Some of these may be important to us, so it's why we're keeping them. I don't have much control over these, nor do I know why they happen.)

It was me and him, this time. I thought I had imagined it like a daydream when it started coming to me, maybe just a moment in time that I created in my imagination. But it felt too real to be just a picturesque view of what I want us to be, or think we will be in the future. Instead it felt like another memory, one I just had yet to truly live. I lean on it being something that's coming ahead in the hereafter, he certainly felt different -- outside of his usual shell that he puts up around himself. Where we were, the fields of grass shifting in the wind like a paradise we come up with in our dreams. I can remember everything about it, we held each other like there was no tomorrow and despite our awkwardness tried our best to dance. Tinges of roses and vanilla in my scentsponge, the blush across his face akin to a fuzzy soft drink and the freckles dotting across his features like a painter's abstract version of the night sky. Our dance was slow at first, methodical, since we were just getting used to it. He would move to the left whilst holding my hand and I would follow his flow. He had confidence and I felt ... well not so confident. When he smiled it shone so brightly that I couldn't help but smile back.

..Usually I'm not a fan of dancing or anything related to it, as I'm kind of horrible at the idea, the only few times I tried were when Roxy would approach me and take me into silly little moments. But this was different from that, I felt like it was .. lovely. In the way we seemingly just left the surrounding stress into piles of nothing, melting away in the hold of one another. I felt so embarassed, not in a bad way but because of the way he was treating me. Like butterflies in my stomach, I'm sure he felt the same way when we continued. The vision ended when he had leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips -- I don't remember anything after that. I felt like this was.. a gift. I don't know when it'll come, I don't know how it'll come -- but it felt like it was telling me everything would be okay. I had thought of maybe telling him when I had the chance, though, I figured that it'd be best for him to figure himself out and come to the self he was in the dance. I know I will be by his side on that journey. I think he deserves for it to be a pleasant surprise, the dance. However I'll certainly be waiting for that moment of deja vu when we get there, and I think I'll enjoy it fully. He's my matesprit, after all, no reason I wouldn't.