I had a dream. In that dream I have a close friend. I can’t remember her face but it feels like we’ve known each other for years. For her we are only friends, but for me I like her more than that, of course she doesn’t know that.
Then one day, we were walking along with our group of friends, when our hands suddenly brushed. Not once, I really counted it. Four times. My brain said don’t do it but my heart is already drumming excitedly. So I reached out and held her hand. I waited for the resistance but there was none. Instead, she held me tighter as if saying “it’s okay, don’t ever let me go”
Then, I woke up.
Now I’m sad. Sad that it’s just a dream. Sad that it didn’t last. Sad that I didn’t see or remember her face.
Will I see you again?