I dreamt of you again.

We were partners in crime in this other world.

We discovered the spice of eternal life (in another world) dreamwalking. (It looked like a sea of green sand, with patches of rainbow colors, here and there).

We promised we’d keep it to ourselves.

But why did we bring others into that world in the last part of my dream? I can’t remember. All I can remember is that we were frantically trying to share the spice to them, trying to revive them, all the while lying to them that staying in that world is death — and so we must all leave after they have recovered.

I woke up feeling better in a long while.

I miss you though.

I haven’t missed you in a long while.

But for a short time, in that dream, I remembered again how we felt as two young people blissfully in love with each other. Oh, how I felt so in tune with you! I thought you were my soul mate.

Heh.

See you again next time. Whenever we meet again in our dreams.

You still owe me a kiss or two.

For what, you ask?

For being a scaredy-cat you dum-dum.

I’ve seen the world where we end up together.

Yes, happily ever after.

Was there any doubt?

Only in this life, scaredy cat.