I had a dream last night.
You were in there.
I was sick. I was sleeping.
And suddenly a pair of warm hands, wrapped around me.
I turned and I saw you.
My tears dropped.
I miss you.
And suddenly, I was brought back to reality.
The alarm woke me up.
It was just a dream.
I’m sick today.
As I was lying on the bed just now, my mind was wondering if the scene will happen.
It didnt.
It kills me. It smacked me right on my face.
I wish for it to come true.
I wish you will really come to me.
But I know you wont, especially when I told you we need time.
Sometimes, I wish you can be more meticulous.
But you’re not.
And this strong feeling of us not getting back, is killing me.
The worst part during this period, is when Mum and Dad asked about you.
And I just have to act blur and lie.
A white lie.
This sucks.
The sms content wasnt real; the actual fact is I wondered how are you.
你的心里，是否也和我想的，是一样的？如果是，那你又在哪里呢？
