"I don't seem to know you."
"Maybe we might have met somewhere."
It all started with a dream I had that year. To this day, I still can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. I still feel a little tight in my chest when I think about it, but what happened in the dream is still vivid in my mind. I don't know if we will meet again in the dream...
People say that having the same dream over and over again makes people stupid, but now that I think about it, it is so real. There was a moment when I felt that maybe the me in the dream was the real me. When I opened my eyes, I was in an illusory world again. I didn't want to experience that feeling of not being able to distinguish between reality and dreams again, but I also longed to see him again in the dream. Maybe we would really meet again, or maybe that would be the last time we hug each other.
