I don't know why you've been haunting me. Why, in almost every moment, I feel you there. Inside of me. In pain.
I dreamt about you. About us. We talked. We missed each other. I thought you would never talk to me again since you never even spared me a glance. But when our fingers touched, you held mine, squeezed gently as if to say, "Hey," and didn't let go.
I felt that dream too vividly, as if it's a message.
And that's what makes it sad. Because we're dreaming of what we could have been..
That we never were.
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