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Dear you

A few days ago I dreamed about you.

I was so eager that this was real that when I woke up and remembered that you were gone I felt empty.

I dreamed that you came back and hugged me, you can feel a small part of you.

  I did not want to let you go, I clung to your shirt, maybe because I knew it was not real.

And the worst ... I can not remember your face, maybe my mind wants to prevent me from feeling sad, but it's too late for that.

I only see my hands cling to you and wake up wanting to dream again.

I do not want to ever wake up.

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