In The Dreams...

We met in dreams. I still remember the first time we met. It was my birthday, and no one had wished me. So, I wept for hours in the bed, and fell asleep. Then, she came in my dream and wished me. I took it as a blessing. She was the best gift I had ever got.

After that, she came in every single dream of mine. We would talk for hours.

I found that the world had been cruel not only to me, but to her also. In real life, we were both struggling. But in dreams, there was no one, just the two of us.

I remember, even at day, I could feel her presence. It was as if she were standing right there, holding my hand, looking me in the eye. Whenever I was having a bad day at the job, I could smell her beside me. She was always by my side.

We didn't always talk in dreams. Sometimes, we were too sad to talk. So we just sat beside each other and felt each other's presence.

At times, I was her brother and she was my sister; at times, I was her son and she was my mother; at times, I was her father and she was my daughter; at times we were friends. But always, we were lovers.

I didn't know where she lived. I didn't know where she worked. Yet, I longed for the night to come, so that we could be together.

This went on for 7 years...

Then, in one dream, she was weeping. In all the dreams we had met, I had never seen her weeping. I embraced her tightly.

"We are...meeting for the last time," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"I met with an accident...I won't survive," she said.

After that, she never came again in my dreams.

But, I can still feel her presence. It is as if she is standing right here, holding my hand, looking me in the eye. Whenever I have a bad day at the job, I can smell her beside me. She is always by my side.