It came like a tsunami. The first time I met him was like a foreshock, settling in my heart like an earthquake does in the depths of the sea. Silent. So silent. But powerful enough to destroy a whole city. It shook my dreams, inadvertently starting to curse them as nightmares. Always of him, never the same dream twice, but the exact same feeling in each and every one of them. I know it's not real. None of it is real. Then why do they keep happening?