Once again I find myself at this page, blank and ready. The page, not me. I am unsure, and waiting – chock a full of words, making a story of the sounds in the air. 218 more words
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It was so weird.
Yet after I woke up, I felt so sad. That I would never see him again.
I don’t have dreams normally, so this was quite meaningful for me, and strangely there’s still this longing in me, that I can meet him for real someday. 765 more words