Knew Me Before I Was Me

We dream of people we've met, right?
Then why do I keep dreaming about someone I've never seen?

I don't know his name.
I don't know where he's from.
I've never seen his face before...
but I wake up missing him. Every time.

In my dreams, we're always meeting in the middle -
somewhere between goodbye and not yet.
Somewhere warm. Familiar.

His hands find mine like we've done it before.
His voice calms a part of me I didn't know was shaking.

I should feel crazy.
I should forget him the moment I open my eyes.

But the ache stays.

And lately... it feels like he's missing me, too.

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Elara thought it was just a dream - until she finds a mysterious book of poems that mirrors her nightly visions.

A stranger. A war. A love that ended too soon.

Now she's caught between this life and the fragments of a her dreams...

And the boy in her dreams?

He's a real person.

And he just posted lyrics that sound exactly like her dreams.