Last night, I dreamt about you. Funny how our conversations used to be very heated and full of lush for life, yet now we can only reach each other out through a different state of mind.
In the dream, I was ready to leave the country. You were there; picking me up with your old car whilst helping me ticking off the list on my last day. Wasn't sure of the intention, since I didn't throw any kind of farewell party. It's not something to celebrate after all. Maybe I felt obligated to tell you to have a proper goodbye, since you were the one I told about how wild my dreams and the ways of achieving it. We used to fantasize about the future until I forgot how my mind never let me see any further than tomorrow. But I was one step closer to it, and you were certainly the right person to help me get a grip with reality. So I presume it's the best that I could do too.
We've talked about things; families, work, even lovers. We've found ways to accept those facts without gloom wrapping each other's gaze. I was wishing for your happiness, and you did too. Our minds might work in an absurd way while dreaming, but somehow the wish felt sincere; like you're saying it so yourself. It did make me feel at ease.
I didn't recall how the dream ended. However, I could remember it well that I woke up feeling melancholy; definitely not a righteous way to start the day. I took a glimpse at my phone, but the urge to take it to reach you is no longer there.
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