She Said, Dreams Are the Opposite of Reality

After I died, I became a ghost and watched my nemesis cry at my grave as she confessed her love for me.

As a dead ghost, I have a secret:

I like my nemesis, that picky, germaphobic, nitpicky woman.

A love between a human and a ghost sounds like quite a drama.

We were entangled for a long time, so long that I watched her fall asleep forever, clutching a faded photograph of me.

Later, I woke up.

Theme: I love you.