I dreamt about you last night in my sleep. It’s been the first time in quite a while.
In my dream, you came back, as if nothing had happened a long time ago. Whenever we were with each other, it felt like we were in our own little world.
In my dream, you were seeing someone else, someone you didn’t love as much. You asked me to run away with you, to somewhere where it’s just the two of us.
In my dream, we were hanging out together, like as before, except in a foreign land. We were going to the places we loved to eat, and then a long walk at the park.
In my dream, you were always there for me, my pillar of support. I was in the lowest period of my life, and you stood by me, telling me everything would be alright. You held me close to you, and I shed a few tears.
In my dream, it felt like we meant the world to each other, a world where we thought that we will never part from each other. It was as if, we were going back to the past again, except that we knew exactly what we were feeling about each other.
It’s been two hours since I woke up, and images from the dream continue to resurface in my mind.
I asked myself, if time were to go back, would I still have fallen for you? Yes.
It started with just a crush which went away quickly, but I never thought it will become something more in the first place, and my feelings for you have brought immense joy and pain to my life that will impact me for the rest of my life.
After the dream, I suddenly missed you a lot. I wish I have the courage to ask you out, just for a bit. I just want to see you and talk to you again.
Yet another half of me feels guilty for thinking that way. I feel conflicted inside.