That was just a dream

I have to write this in another language.

It suddenly occured to me, on the streets. I could not assure what makes me think of you, and that dream about you. I should have forgotten them. No hint was left to me in that morning, but it suddently appeared today. It left me in an enormous sorrow. You were not like you in my dream, because you are longing for me, but of course, in your way.

I think you represents an ideal version of myself. I try to feel what you felt, and see what you have seen. It leads me down a long path.

But that dream reminds me of your leaving. It is easy for a bird to fly across the ocean, but much more difficult for a human. We are bound by too many things. We are just passerby in each other's lives, not even friends.

And I started to repeat the same pattern. I want to share some common memories and feelings with you, not necessarily create them together. That is the only thing I can do. I am never brave enough.

That was just a dream...