I REMEMBER YOU
Last night, I saw you in my dream… and it felt so real. You were talking to me, even scolding me for wanting to go out in the cold—exactly like you used to. For a moment, it didn’t feel like a dream at all. There was a time when seeing you in my dreams would make me cry a lot—not because the dream was sad, but because waking up without you felt unbearable. That moment—when reality hits—was always the hardest, and it scared me more than anything. But this time was different. When I woke up, I didn’t cry. Instead, I realized something… it had been days since I last saw you in my dreams, and years since I last saw you, touched you, or felt your presence the way I once could. And somehow, I’ve just been going on with life. I don’t really say this out loud to people, but I miss you. I truly do. People often say that after a few years, you forget the voice, the smell, the little details of someone you’ve lost. But I don’t think that’s true. Not at all. Your voice still echoes in my mind, you...