Dreamed and reminisced.

The connection between the two people of that past is represented best as a single mobile phone, and it was as if I had returned back to that moment.

Dreams are loud, and make me ponder.

Leaving in paragraphs, words spoken were heard and answered, but the true intentions were buried underneath gratitude.

"Thank you for everything in the past four years."
I know I made a mistake back then, but don't go.

"If I see you again, I want you to be happier."
I'd be much happier if everything returned back to how it is.

No, I am not waiting for a miracle. I definitely am not waiting for a miracle. And I am not begging for an answer anymore. It has been made clear on that one night. Shifting blames will not solve anything.

The scenario concocted by my mind is very close to reality, but it disappears as soon as I open my eyes. Just an illusion of happier times that I could have achieved and maintained, had I be more open and honest about myself.

It felt warm, and I have really forgot how comforting it was.