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it ain't my first time having such a dream. and it gets onto my nerves.

a dream. an adventure. a fantasy. something so near to my homeland ( yes it happened in singapore), but never a thing like this will happen to me.

because you did all you could, you endured the pain, just to save me. because we solved the mystery together, and i cleaned up that wound on your broad and muscular shoulders. i just had to do it myself, because i wanted to let you know that i'm with you, through it all. and it was heartbreaking. and i held on so tightly to your hands. for putting you through all these pain, you gestured a gun shot right in my face, and then pulled me towards you, so gently by the chin. our lips touched, and i wailed out real loud. i cried so hard, because i never ever felt so loved before. i cried so loud, that i thought i had to soften myself, and came right to my senses.

i'm back in the real world. that dream is gone. you are gone. who are you? i remembered all the details, even how blood splurt out of your wound when i cleaned it, but not your face.

i cried, in this real world.

to all who have had my kisses, my hugs, my love, my soul, count yourself lucky. because never will i give it away so easy anymore. because i'm keeping it for you, who appears in my dream.