I Dreamt About You Last Night. . .

We were together laughing
Then afterwards I started to cry
You stared at me
Not knowing what to do

Then another came along
And scolded you for not doing anything
To at least comfort me
Then you replied:

I am not doing anything
Because I was the one
Who made her cry
And I’m afraid to hurt her again

Then, I stopped crying
And started smiling
Because you, in a way, apologized
For the thing that you did

Whatever it was. . .