You found your way back into my sleep again last night. It wasn’t a hazy, distant memory; it was vivid, sharp, and overwhelming. We were just standing there, locked in a gaze that said everything we haven't been able to say.
I could see the tears welling up in your eyes, mirroring the ones burning in mine, both of us silently acknowledging how deeply we’ve missed this, missed us. We were holding hands, our fingers locked tight, like we were trying to anchor ourselves to that moment so the morning couldn't wash it away.
The air between us was electric with the desire to just close that final inch, to press my lips against yours and wrap my arms around you in a hug that would fix everything. It felt so incredibly real... I woke up, but a part of me is still there in that dream with you.

Someone or something so incredibly awesome or desireable that it's a tad overwhelming.

to fly a lobster

A informal variation of tomorrow afternoon, frequently used in social media.

Mainly used in Rocket League, means that you hit the ball as hard as you can and pass it.