Dear You

Chapter Five

I finally saw you on television.

Hey, and I also saw your set of friends.

I witnessed the switching ceremony as well.

I knew it, I'm on a dream, I said. I said it all over and over again, until I woke up. Then slept again. Then woke up. Then slept again. Then woke up, only to conclude that the more I sleep and wake up again, I could no longer recall what I've been dreaming of.

Hey, I was on a posh setting. Yeah, where I'll stay in one room, I cannot recall what kind of world I was in, but yeah. Somehow, I have met you again, this time in an unlikely timing.

As time passes by, my admiration is slowly falling apart. Hmm... maybe I should not daydream of you often. Ever since I have met you, I vowed to take the final bow, once something happens behind-the-scenes. And, so I did.

Imagine, it'll be almost a year. Imagine, I still haven't switched from one person to another. No matter what happens, I'll remain loyal to you, and no way shall I find another.

Now, I remember.

My former love. Well, not so. He was also there. All those captured photographs, those memories reminded me of something. They were in printed form.

How can I imagine the both of you in real life, if this could be achieved in a dream?

Transported in the past. The previous decade. Skipping like, 2-3, or even four decades of time. I was there—in that decade, where these places, interiors and exteriors were pretty much a thing of the past. Not surprisingly, I was stuck in that decade, when I wasn't even born yet at that time. In my current age, transported in that point of time, was a surreal thing. However, I noticed that, plasma televisions really did exist.

Maybe, the impossible, could become possible.

...but only in a dream.