I dreamt of you last night, just as I did the night before. It was the most beautiful scenario of me waiting for you downstairs. Somehow I sweet talked your family, even your hard headed father, and for the first time I felt accepted in your home. Then I hear your footsteps descending down the stairs, I am overwhelmed with happiness to see you smiling, especially towards me. The grip of our hug feels impenetrable, our lips meet and…… I woke up. I cried because it wasn’t real. I felt so much sadness because even that dream of you was the best part of my day.