All of that was just a dream...
Nothing else than my brain's weird functions.
Blending my memories, my experiences and every thought I had during the day into an extraordinary construction.
A dream...
You were not real.
Your face, your eyes, your hair.
The talk we had, the date we went on,
were just a part of my
brain's and soul's baffling deal.
Only a dream...
Those feelings...
All of them were fanciful.
Or... Were they?
What if... what if it was a sign?
A way the universe chose to tell me something meaningful...
To give me the privilege to call you mine...
Not just any dream...
Call me a hopeless romantic,
But I know that you exist.
That perhaps,
you saw me too.
Call me a hopeless romantic
But that dream,
Was just a preview
Of that bond,
between
Me & You.
