It was weird seeing you in my dreams again.
And like most of my dreams, it was wild and convoluted, occasionally bending the laws of logic. One minute, I was with a friend shopping for pink pearls in Dhaka, the next, I was riding an escalator in a mall in Manila.
Of course, you showed up in both scenes, much like an unwanted visitor. And in a flash of brilliance, I did what any self-respecting man would do.
I hid.
What happened next escapes me, but still, that dream managed to make me wonder of whatever happened to you. I just hope you are at a much happier place now.
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I did manage to get what I want for now, but somehow, all of it feels anticlimactic and uninspired. Perhaps owing to the season, things just need a little recess.
