Is It Only Just a Dream?

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I dreamt about her today. It was both pretty and nightmarish at the same time. Which made me finish my journal about her – all of 1434 words and 7793 characters. Somehow, the thoughts, those precious memories about her – I just don’t want to lose them. I treat them dearly, like a locket of beautiful things – things which can make you both happy and sad.

At the end of it all, that’s 8.40pm, I didn’t feel like doing my CommonApp essays anymore.

There’s a change about her that I can’t quite put into words, but subtly, subconsciously, I am able to feel the message she’s putting across to me. And it is definitely more sad than happy. How I would give to relive that moment with here again, right here and now. And gosh, in my alternate reality, the reality I conjure up in my hyperactive mind, I am ready to sacrifice my life for her.

I don’t know, but it feels like she is already part of me.

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