For two nights I've dreamt of you. We didn't do anything special, but it felt special. You finally came back to Singapore and the only part I remember is that we were sitting in a traditional Japanese restaurant. I just sat there, looking at you drinking tea and we just agreed on how hot the weather was. The second dream I had was about you finally posting on snapchat after months. And I don't know if I was hallucinating or dreaming or sleep checking my phone, but when I checked my phone today, you actually did. I've never felt this happy in a long time. Because when you do so, I just feel your presence a little bit more. Like you're still with me. I know now that you're finally in Vietnam and that you're doing well. And I know now more than ever that my feelings are certain. I've cried just watching the scenes of Zootopia and listening to that song. Because it was that song that played at the end of the movie and I knew back then, it meant that I didn't have much time left with you. ģ, ė ģ§ģ§ ė³“ź³ ģ¶ģ“. ėŖ°ė¼ģ?