There's you.

And there's me.

There were us. 

It was a dream. Because you are not thousands of miles away under different sky than me. As soon as I open my eyes, the reality kicks in. The clock says 6:44. I don't like odd numbers so I set it 6:44 and I have work.

If I have to use one color to describe the dream, I would use 'Pink'. 

Because regardless of the blues happening in my life, in the dream, you and me are pink. 

You chased and I ran.

I stopped so did you.

When I chase, it's your turn to run. But maybe because it's my dream, you don't run. So we meet each other in the middle. 

It was a happy dream. Just that it wasn't exactly 'happy'. 

It was exhausting. 

I thought you are gone both from my life or from my mind. 

Guess, I was wrong.