I Found You Again, But Only in a Dream ♡
Yesterday, sometime in the afternoon,
she went away.
I didn't know what to do with all the thoughts in my head,
so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Maybe I thought sleep would give my heart
a little rest.
But even there…
I couldn't escape her.
I dreamed she had come back.
She was there,
talking, laughing, living her little world,
as if none of the distance between us had ever existed.
And somehow,
the moment I saw her,
my heart forgot everything.
I had found her again.
She had been there for quite some time,
and I remember that strange happiness
of finding someone you've been waiting for
without even realizing how desperately you've been waiting.
I started calling out to her.
Again and again…
as if I was afraid
that if I stopped calling,
she would disappear once more.
And just when I thought
she was finally there long enough for me to reach her…
I woke up.
For a few seconds,
I didn't understand where I was.
Then I remembered.
It was only a dream.
Still half asleep,
I searched for her.
I waited.
But she wasn't there.
No voice.
No presence.
Nothing.
The person I had just been with in my dream
was nowhere to be found in reality.
I closed my eyes again,
and somehow fell asleep once more.
Maybe my heart wasn't ready to accept
that the only place where I could still find her so easily
was inside my dreams.
How strange…
During the day,
I wait for her.
At night,
my dreams bring her back to me.
And somewhere between those two worlds,
I am still standing here—
waiting.
I don't know whether she will ever come back
and stay for a while.
I don't know whether she even realizes
how much space she occupies in my thoughts.
But I know one thing…
Even when I sleep,
my heart doesn't stop looking for her.
Maybe that's why
she keeps appearing in my dreams.
Because reality keeps taking her away from me,
and my heart simply refuses to accept it.
So tonight,
I won't ask the dream to come true.
I won't force her to come back,
I won't pressure her to talk to me.
Because the truth is…
I still want her back.
But the choice will always be hers.
And until then,
I'll let the dream remain
what it was—
a few beautiful moments
where she was there,
and I was still allowed
to find her.
