Last night, I dreamt we met. To a point, my subconscious mind was realistic. I appeared as I am now: my hair cropped, my eyes wary behind spectacles. I saw you thinner, just graying at the temples. But when we caught sight of each other, your face lit up as it used to do, and I threw my arms around your neck. Why can’t we be that brave when we’re awake?
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