Did I Have An Affair?

Good golly miss molly, that man is so fine. I was gazing up into his warm brown eyes. He took my hand and twirled me around, my blue floral dress spinning in the breeze. I held my head back and laughed as the sun's beams warmed my face. I felt like I was floating on clouds. I didn't want that moment to end. Then in the dream, the scenery changed and now we were in my bedroom, but with a different layout. There was a couch against my window, which was foreign to me and other people were in the room with us.( I cant recall who they were,no surprise, thats how it usually goes) Shemar Moore and I were sitting next to each other, his pinky wrapped around mine, smiling deliciously at me. I felt engulfed in lust. I suddenly I knew I was dreaming (that is very rare) and I knew my time with him was running out.I knew I would soon wake up and leave his arms. I searched around the room frantically, looking for a pen and paper. All I could find was my thick eye liner pencil to write with. I quickly wrote down my phone number for him to call me on paper just in time. It wasn't until after I woke up I realized I gave him the wrong number. The funny part was that I almost cried even though I knew it was just a dream. A bitter sweet dream is what it was. So beautiful, yet artificial and temporary. Some have said Im having an emotional affair. My boyfriend knows I've been crushing on this man for years. But I know Ill never meet this man in reality. It will never be. Im attracted to him, yes, cant help that. In my dreams those feelings and desires are greatly elevated. Call it what you like but outside of my dream world its merely a crush. Nothing more,nothing less. It doesn't count unless I feed into those desires. Capiche?