It was a dream. Nothing big nothing small, just a dream. But to be very true, it wasn't ordinary, for you were in it. And you know quite well, that nothing is ordinary for me, nothing is dull, when there is your touch in it.
And it's exactly 2 years 7 months and 22 days. Well, I haven't counted, so don't think I am depressed, it's just a natural habit now. Just a natural habit to think of you everyday.
Now I know it was me who said it first. It was me who confessed. Oh and do you remember that day? Ah, what a day it was! You laughed, and I thought that you were going to say "NO". You know, you shouldn't have laughed like that! I mean not at that day... Although, making you laugh everyday is my life's biggest goal.
2 years. 7 months. 22 days. And alone. Are you still here? Why do you never reply? Sorry, I guess, I am still under the influence of the last sedative. Don't worry, it wasn't alcohol this time, they are using Clozapine now-a-days. I know, how much you hate alcohol. I still remember how you used to scold me for consuming it. Now I might used to tell you to stop, but only I know how poorly my heart used to cry everyday to hear your scolding. Thus I used to drink it everyday knowing that you will scold me.
Funny, but even after 2 years, 7 months and 22 days I have failed to keep your last promise. I didn't knew back then, that you were so serious about it. But still how can you think I can do something that hard? How can you think I can move on? Move on without you? NO WAY!
Oh, I am so so so sorry! I forgot. How can I forget something so important, something about you!? I am really sorry... But... don't feel sad, I will tell you everything now. Everything about the dream! Yes a dream! And against all those days I had prayed to see you once, for a last time, this dream has been a blessing!
In the dream I saw you sitting near me. I don't remember where we were, as for me, my eyes are made only to absorb your light, and nothing else. You laid your head resting on my shoulder, and I, I laid mine on top of your's. And our eyes were closed. And that's how it was. Though, I am very sure, I was happy in it, but you know, for some reasons, when I woke up I found tears in my eyes.
So again was I scared that they might think I am mad, that I cry everyday, like everyone else here. After all it's still an asylum for all. Although once they can feel your presence, I am very much sure even the doctors will understand how much wrong they were. And so I came to talk to you again, again on this 933rd day of living alone, celebrating the 1528th day of our love together.
And I know you are listening as you always do!