I had a dream last night.
You were in it, and I was too, and we were happy.
We walked down the street, dogs in tow, and I held your hand for the first time.
Except then, it wasn't the first time, it just felt like it and I felt free.
Nothing special, just a walk on a chilly December day and yet it seemed like the most important moment in the world.
That's how it is in dreams, though, I guess.
It seems like the whole world revolves around that seemingly unimportant moment, and all of life is resting in the palms of our hands.
It felt so real.
But you're halfway across the world.
And I'm still here, dreaming of a future we might not ever get.
- Maybe hope is only really possible in dreams.