That dream

A dream.. Where I am lying on the grass. A boy with tears in his eyes is calling my name, but I can’t seem to remember his face, nor his name. A dream.. That I keep on dreaming for already ten years.. A dream that keeps on repeating every day in my life, but I can’t seem to recognize him. Who is he, and why do I keep dreaming about him? Does he even exist in real life? I’ve heard that you only dream about people you’ve seen in real life. He must be real. ----------------------------------- Author's note: The first thing you have to know: My first language isn't English. It's Dutch. I'm only fifteen years old, so it is a bit hard for me not to make any mistakes. I hope you don't really mind, though. Please, if there are some mistakes in this story, leave a comment. Thank you and enjoy my story.