We were sitting on the beach, talking about my crush on her for the past three years. We smiled and laughed, and we leaned into each other. We kissed. I felt the bliss of the kiss on my lips, and I loved it. The girl I’ve so desperately wanted to kiss for three years was finally kissing me. And then I woke up, and now I’m depressed because I still haven’t worked up the courage to ask her out.