Dear Dream

Dear Longing Dream, Today, I'm reminded of the beautiful wonder dream you gave me on my teenage years. Studies were my main focus during that time, no thought of relationship came across me. But my jealousy of those beautiful girls whom many boys were crushing over never ceased to end. But I never put up hope of ever getting one, as I'm ugly and big, totally not desirable compared to those wonderful girls out there. And you, knowing such desire of mine pulled me into this dream I'll still think, love and hate. I saw myself in my school courtyard and several other students sitting inside, singing a song in harmony. None of us wore a uniform, just in our home attire and I could see that it was almost midnight, just the correct time as I went to sleep before coming here. I don't see my reflection but I could feel it, I was never this beautiful before. It was a white dress that I wore that reach up to my knee and my lustrous black hair down. I join the students and sit inside the hall but then the singing gradually stop. That's when I felt a presence near me. It was a boy. I couldn't see his face but I felt it, felt that he was of an immense beauty. He hold me gently by my hand and pull me out in the courtyard, making us became the centre of all people. He then held my hand and waist, as the song goes, {I found a love for me. Oh Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead} I could hear the people clapping and shouting which filled me with happiness. Oh who are you? You wonderful and marvelous boy, short brown hair, so tall that I only reach up to his chest, gentle hand and beautiful smile. I could still remember the white hoodie you wore, almost matching to my white dress. And then I wonder, could he be the friend of my best friend M's brother? He does have a lot of friends and this boy seems to be of equal age to him. But I ponder no longer and put my head over his chest to enjoy the long dance. It was then when I wake up. It was then when I realised. I never get to see his face. I know what he wore, I know he was smiling, I know he love me. But more than that, it all became dark, everything. That morning, I don't know what to feel. But I do get up and prepared for school, hoping that I could see him in real life, just once. Or hope that the dream continue again the next night. But those two things never happen and now I have to say my goodbye to the boy I'll never see again.