I had a dream, one which I saw since the end of last year. I had the dream not long after my Dad past away. In it, I saw a beautiful soul who’s a good person, who stood by me when I was at the lowest of moods. The person saw me as a cheerful and nice person, someone new for one another. We wanted to get to know each other, like friends, like how friends do. Even though it was the first time we sat together, I opened my heart to him. I told him my deepest of my thoughts, which has always been a difficult task for me to open up to anybody. It is not because I can’t open up to share it with people whom I care for and people who cares about me, but rather, not everyone would empathize my feelings back then.
Even though a stranger to one another, I told him that my beloved father has past away and I needed time to myself, but at the same time I needed a friend. A friend who’d listen to me speak, who’d not speak when not necessary. During times like these, nobody can like a garrulous person. For the heart and mind both would have been shaken and flooded with emotions and thoughts.
I never thought I could dream a dream so sweet leaving me the only the deepest impressions. Who’d think dreams can be so sweet. I fell in love. I fell for a stranger. I don’t know how does he look like because I can’t see his face. But his ever smiling expression when I told him of my Dad never faded. He smiled and he told me that he’s sorry, for what happen. He’s sorry, for the sadness I feel. He said to me to keep smiling and remember, never to forget the words of my Dad. He told me to live by the words I learnt from my Dad.
I was surprised by his kindness and how he was there, sitting by me the whole time, listening to me, smiling at me.
It was probably one of the sweetest dreams I’ve ever had.