Dream

I dreamt about you. Again. For, like the 7th time.

We were walking under a shelter. Side by side in silence. Quietly, you slipped your hand in mine. I slipped my hand away, angry at how you treated me all this while. You kept a straight face, and we continued walking. Not long later, you held my hand again. This time, I did not resist. Because I miss you more than I thought. We walked in silence, with me having a smile on my face.

Only a dream.