Again, I saw you.
It was a weird thing I saw you in my former job, and I can't believe you're working for that firm. Creepy enough, the boss is no other than the orange-headed boss, hated by his own constituents—who aren't even present in your firm.
But I doubt, that was you.
Those legs were artificial.
I told myself, "Oh, that can't be you (referring to that guy with those legs)."
It was scary, indeed.
I thought, those things were for real.
That's what I asked myself.
However, luckily it wasn't really going to be true, after all. Dreams can either be good or bad. Maybe, yesterday was Halloween, and now it's time to celebrate the month, remembering the departed.
It is no question that I still love you up to this very day, and it won't ever change. That's why I still write this piece non-stop, everytime I dream of you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear You
RomanceDear You, You may not know me personally, but I think I'm already familiar to you. (a prose x poetry from Niume) UPDATE: Niume is going to shut down this October 2017, so I decided to shut down my account there (sorry guys if I deleted it, I hope yo...
