I had a dream. It was just us two; maybe there were others too. We briefly met and you then pulled me into a hug.

On hindsight, it felt like it was a hug shared between two deeply connected people: old friends; missed lovers; the feared lost chance. I did not know. I thought it was a normal hug.

I remember you extended the hug. I was pulling to let go, not knowing our connection. But you stopped me. You held me tighter. No words were said. Nothing else was done. It was a brief memory, this dream. It was only a hug. 

But it now kills me inside, to remember this dream. Because I felt your sincerity; I felt your desire to never let me go.