last night, I dreamt of you; in the dream, we were holding hands while walking down the park we frequented, we were laughing, and your presence felt stronger than the times we were once together
and even in the dream, I was well awake and aware; that this is nothing more than a dream
my dreams are personalised; often enough, it is about things I can never achieve or desires that I have never gotten. This is written for an old crush I longed to have a chance, but I've learnt to let go