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I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He always faces his back at me every time we meet each other.
“Are you leaving again?” I asked him as his tall back frame slowly faded along the blurry background of my vision.
I cannot explain how, but I can tell that he was smiling when he heard my question. He may never turn to look at me, and I might not be able to see his face, but I do feel it.
“Who are you?” Finally, these words came out of my lips, which had been trapped for ages, for all those times that he appeared in front of me.
His head slowly turned towards my direction, but the scene unfolded really slowly that I was not able to see his face, but when I started to catch a glimpse of what he would look like, I once again woke up from this dream, feeling the soft caress of tears dropping from my eyes.
For every time I wake up from this dream, I would always feel sad about the departure, but always feel in love for a person whom I have not seen the face nor knows the name. I don’t even know if he is real, for he only lives within my dreams.