It started as a dream, something to escape our realities. But somewhere along those lines, they started to become more detailed and vivid. Like they were memories I've never experienced before. They always featured the same person under different names. Although I could never remember his face, I knew it was him. We would talk for hours on end about absolutely nothing, and I'd relished in it. But the dreams always ended the same. it would just stop, without any warning, and I would be surrounded in darkness, all alone. I'd feel so sad over a person I've never met. I'd long to be enveloped in his company and spend my last moments in his arms. Our story started a long time ago, but I can only remember them in fragments.