Have you ever dreamt of someone very special yet waking up not remembering anything about them? Well, I'm Lexc and here's my story with the guy I met in dreamland. Author's note: This story is inspired by the man of my dream. In the story, I included some words from my mother tongue but I'll assure you that I will always leave a translation. If you see "po" and "opo" it is a word used by Filipinos to respect elders. We used it at the end of every sentence or sometimes just by itself. It can also be used as "yes". By the way, this is my first time to write a story here in wattpad so bare with me. I'm not excellent at grammar. I hope you can help me improve by leaving comments. Please give it a shot. Thanks