that day after maf i went back and cried.
sunday too, a lil bit. just at night.
and then i had the strangest dream, almost wistful.

and so i dont know how, but we met in the canteen.
sitting opposite each other, talking, laughing, chatting.
as if nothing ever happened.
and were so happy,
and somehow you brought out two bert and ernies,
and we had one each. and talking abt how cute these sesame characters are.
everything felt alright.

and den it seems as though i was sitting one bench away,
still looking at you.
you surrounded with so many other people, they appear as white noise;
silent in their pantomine of interaction.
and the bright misty yellow-orange sunlight filtered in thru the grimy canteen windows,
casting a light on you.
and i see you slowly dissolving into bubbles,
little misty bubbles, like that of the mermaid when dawn came,
and still smiling, you are taken away slowly;
floating in each miniature bubble, a characteristic of yours.
and some of these bubbles came towards me, floated and hung around, whilst the others went with the gentle morning wind out into the open field, and faraway.
and you had on that smile, all along. the one that radiates.

and when i awoke i cried, but then i realise im alright now.
im finally alright, now. :)
you are such a pretty angel in dreams.