In 2026, an ordinary weekend morning, 10:06.
A WeChat message woke me up from my sleep in just one hour. But what really woke me up was not the notification sound, but the dry and warm hands in my dream - eight years later, I actually dreamed of him again.
That gentle, bright, smiling boy once brightened my youth for a whole summer.
We bickered, slapped, played backgammon, and played shuttlecock together. There were tacit secrets hidden at both ends of the desk. But until graduation, the thin layer of window paper could not be pierced.
Later, we each repeated our studies, each went to college, and each went to a different city. The two reunions were more distant each time and more silent than the last. Later, his WeChat avatar lay quietly in my list, and I didn't even dare to leave a like, until one day I personally deleted all contact information related to that boy.
I thought I forgot. But on this morning eight years later, a dream brought back all the buried memories - in the dream we were holding hands, but when we talked about "How about you marry me when my hair grows to my waist?", He stopped talking and turned away, even forgetting his mobile phone with me.
This is not an unfinished fate, but a farewell eight years late.
If you have ever secretly liked someone in your youth, if you have an unspoken regret, you will see yourself in this story.
Intent: A sudden dream pries open memories that have been sealed for eight years. From the joy of strangers to familiarity, the surprise of the first reunion, the distant look of the second reunion, and then the sadness of meeting again - these emotions emerge one by one along the track of time. The number of times I dreamed about him became less and less. I thought I had long forgotten it, but the dreams came quietly. Only this time, it's no longer a nostalgia, but a belated make-up and farewell. I want to say: From now on, the years will be quiet and everyone will be well.
