One night I had a dream. I dreampt I was sitting next to you and we were speaking of a near future. We talked about how it would be, and how we would enjoy each other's company, while we sat on benches in a beautiful garden full of grown trees, overwatching a lake, talking and sharing our past life together.
Then, suddenly, I was on my own, dreaming, and I never realized you had left me alone. What happened to you, I do not know. All I know is that you left me, and I have no right to know why. I thought of the past conversation we had just had, and realized it had been in vain. Every night I lie on my bed, thinking of that dream I had that past night, and wondering if it could have been different somehow. I would love to have a chance to have that dream again, and re-make it, so that it had a better, and happier ending... Not like the one it had. Because it kills me to think of it.
In the end, I'm not sure it is a dream at all... I want to know, does it always come this way? Is it really how everyone says it is? Or is it better? I wonder... How is it? Can I see it just for a few seconds? Just to know what it feels like to be where you are. I have known it for a while now, and that I love you, I do... But just not in the same way. My love for you now is a secret. It's something I will not be able to describe, or say, to anyone who asks. A secret which I will never again be able to talk about. A secret which only I know, and which I do not have the ability to tell others about.
It is a secret of a dream I never dreampt. A dream which wasn't fake... But just a dream. A nightmare.
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