Remember

When I woke up this morning, I don’t know who you are. But I know who you were in my dream last night.

I dreamt of you last night.

There was already a prequel to this dream. I guess you liked me but you weren’t my type. But that night, we were sitting in a circle with my closest friends. You sat beside me. Someone was telling a story. I felt scared. Or maybe I was just sleepy (when in fact I was sleeping at the moment) so l leaned on your shoulders. It felt warm. It felt natural. Like my feelings suddenly flowed freely and effortlessly. With my head on your shoulders, I felt safe and secure. I knew you felt happy, like you’ve been waiting for it to happen.

And then it was time to go home. Inside a building, people were starting to scatter. I was walking down the stairs alone, rushing with the others who were going on their own ways. Suddenly, I felt your hand against my back. I knew it was you. My heart was racing. I felt this already but it felt new with you. Strange and refreshing and beautiful. I turned around to see you. You were wearing a black shirt. I guess we were saying goodbye. But that goodbye felt exciting and promising because both of us knew that we were going to see each other again. And when that time comes, something will flourish. Something strange and refreshing and beautiful.