Broken dream

He was like a broken dream to me.

A dream which you regret after you wake up. Beautiful but lasts for few seconds. Such vivid but hard to recall. I don’t remember when  I saw him first or fell in love. But I feel like I have been loving him long before I knew him even. He was in my existence long long ago.. just couldn’t realize it.

Like a broken dream, which you know doesn’t exist in real.. but you still love it anyway. A painful yet loving broken dream…

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