I dreamt about him for the first time in a long time. I think about him a lot, but this time it was a dream.
He was young, carefree and wild as he was when I first met him. I was shy, long hair covering my face. I loved him, he saw it in my eyes. He loved me, too, but I fear he first really loved me when I left. Regardless,
we were on a meadow, or maybe it was a park. I don't recall. We were laughing. One of his friends was there, Kimi I think her name was. I was wearing a checkered hoodie and baggy pants. I can't recall his clothes.
He told me his girl name, then. I remember it clearly.
Scene cuts, we're in a cinema. I hand him a note.
'Will you marry me?'
I laugh.
I wake up, I'm crying.
