Green with... Pesto

I just had a dream that you brought your girlfriend to a weekend getaway with lots of people. She had short brown hair and knew too many vocabulary words specific to Harry Potter. You two had sex under a blanket next to me on a bed and it wrenched my heart out. I had tears all over my face, but I couldn't be angry because you had never said anything to make me think I had a chance. I was just destroyed. For some reason I stayed after packing my bags and meaning to leave. You led me on a few times after that, but you would inevitably be sitting next to her when I saw you again. I lessened the awkwardness at one point by leaning over a dinner table and kissing her lips, which tasted deliciously of pesto.