I slept with a broken heart.

A few hours later, the world seemed to turn the other way around. Images flooded me. Images of you and me.

And we were happy.

So, in the end.. I let myself drown.

You were holding my hand, whispering words that made me shiver as your eyes bore into mine. Truly, it was a dream come true. An imagination materialized into reality.

But the heavens must really have a grudge on me.

Because one morning, I woke up and realized..

..that wishful reality will never come to be.

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