dreamt of dreaming.

I dreamt of you last couple of nights before.
It wasn't anything opera-y.
We were just being us, like few years before.

I believe in fate. We might not end up being here now if we did something about it. But what's done is done.
Should you stumbled on this page anywhere in the future, I hope you know it wasn't what I intended.

I won't put a dam on it anymore. I will build a bridge instead. And watch where it is going while sitting by and not putting any hope.

Trust me, it'd be way better like this. 
I'm glad I woke up from the dream smiling.

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