just a dream

Even if it's just a dream, I feel like recording this on the blog. It's such a sweet moment. Even if it's just a dream.

I was talking with a friend of his, probably in the friend's apartment before he arrived. I was too happy to chat with his friend that I almost forgot to look at him. I knew I have to take a good look at his face even in my dream. Such a weird thing to realize that you're still conscious in a dream. I just know I have to and I did it and stared in his face so long, that when he turned back and look into my eyes I can't do anything but laugh shyly. He laughed, too. And I listened to his voice and fell back into reality. All I could remember is I saw his face. His ikemen face. No matter if that's how he really look like or not, I look forward to our next meeting.

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