A few days ago I dreamed about you. Again. It's like for the millionth of time I dreamed about you. I wonder why. And they are (all my dreams about you, of course) about the same thing. About us meeting somewhere. You looked at me and I looked at you. You touched my hand only for a moment. And felt like had been electrocuted with small voltage, I felt your feelings for me. I felt that you cared about me and you loved me. I cried. I said, "Don't go. Stay here with me, please. I love you so much. I have been missing you for all this time." You smiled. You stared at me in silence. You didn't need to say anything because your eyes already said what you wanted to say. As if they were saying, "I can't. I have to go. I already have someone else that is waiting for me. You will eventually find someone that you love more than you love me. But, I want you to know that you have a special place in my heart." Then you left. Without a single word. And all I could do was watching your back that was getting farther and farther. I was upset and I was crying. My heart beat so fast. I woke up from my sleep. And I felt tears were running down on my cheek.