When I was 19, I fell in love with a boy I worked with at the Dean of Student's Office at WVU. We became very close that year, but I never told him I was in love with him. I didn't want to risk losing his friendship which I valued greatly. He was older than me, and he graduated that spring, so we drifted apart. Last night I dreamed of him. I offered him a Coke, and he said he preferred Pepsi, so I went out to the store and got him a Pepsi. He didn't know I had to make a special trip, and I didn't tell him. Ah, the chance to pamper and baby him a little...if only in a dream.