Still the same dream about you and me. It's like I was watching us from afar, odd. Old movie liked, the pictures blurred here and there. But then I touched the screen, and I could talk to you. I could TALK to you! Say, I've been missing you a lot. Though I hate to admit it. This was the part when I knew I was dreaming. When I touched your face in tears and whisper.. "So sorry. In the end we're going to miss out on each other anyway.." You understood. And that's all I could say to you because then my time's over. I stared at the pictures once more. I saw you held me in your arms. You knew the truth all along.. Did you? Still you say, forever.
how many times should I tell you. this is N.O.T. a diary.