I had a dream about us last night.
We were older when we met again. But you looked the same. At first, I didn't want to talk with you, because I was scared. But then we smoked a cigarette and talked about our new life and how perfect our old one was together. Even if it didn't work out. It was a blessing. Talking with you without any bad feeling. Remember only the nice things. Thank God we had a lot.














