I forgot how it all started. What I remembered was I was talking to you about something I said a few days ago.

All of a sudden, you said, “You know who I love?”

I stopped breathing in that instant. Every part of me waited for the name you would utter.

Then, in a voice as soft as the wind, you whispered, “You.”

I was shocked. I just stared at you tongue-tied. I did not know what to do, much what to reply.

My heart wanted to rip its way out of my chest to scream how much I loved you too.

Out of nowhere, the scene changed. Everything vanished.

I didn’t know how I arrived here. I didn’t even know where I was. What I noticed was I was lying on a bed beside you.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of me. He was holding my necklace. I felt confused. How did he get it?

He raised it and said, “The owner of this necklace is the owner of his heart.” He looked at you and nodded at my direction. “He loves you.” He gave the necklace to me and went out of the room.

I froze, clutching the necklace with my hands. For the second time, I was speechless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn around and face you. My body felt rigid, and it felt new. I buried my face on the pillow and cried softly.

You. . . you loved me.

That was close to impossible.

I was in love with you for as long as I could remember. And for whatever reason you had, you loved me too. It was hard to believe it.

These were tears of joy. The best feeling in the world was finding out the person you love loved you more than you love yourself.

I went to the bathroom without looking at you. I didn’t want you to see my tears and think that I was not happy at what I l discovered.

Looking at the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice how happy I became because of you. I was the luckiest girl on the planet.

I smiled as I remember the times when I told myself that I didn’t love you. I used to convince myself that this was just a fleeting emotion. That this feeling was just nothing. Now, it was as if the universe finally heard my prayers.

When I came back in the room, you were gone. I was afraid that you left after telling me you loved me. Happiness was within my reach but it vanished in just a blink of an eye.

Someone entered the room and told me you were waiting outside. I was shy as I walked towards you. When I sat beside you, you smiled.

My heart skipped a beat in that instant. You were the only one who could do that. I was scared of how much I loved you because you could easily break my heart into tiny pieces.

We talked about things but not about our feelings for each other. That was okay because I was still shocked at what I knew. It was hard to process that kind of revelation.

Out of nowhere, you put your hand on my cheek and said, “I love you.”

I stopped breathing, moving; everything stopped revolving around me.

It’s just you and me.

It’s just us.

Finally, like our friends said. I discerned you already know that our friends wanted us to be together. Awkward for the two of us? Yes, indeed.

How long have I waited to hear those words from you? I hoped and prayed and now . . And now you said the magic words to me.

Tears flowed from my eyes because of this happiness I felt inside and out of my body. I was glowing and it was because of you.

You seemed waiting for me to speak and then I remembered what I was dying to tell you.

“I love you,” I said.

You smiled again, and there were sparks in your eyes. And in that smile, I knew I was right about you; that you were the one for me. Those years I buried my affections for you were worth it. Nothing would ever compare in this feeling of euphoria. Slowly, you leaned closer to me and—

And then I woke up.

I was confused. Why would I wake up? There were fresh tears from my cheeks. I looked around me but I couldn’t find you.

Oh no.

It was just a dream. But I thought it was real. It felt real. I wanted it to be real. I shook my head in disbelief. I was so shallow to believe you would love me.

I told one of my friends about my dream about you.

No matter how much you loved a dream, you forgot some parts. You couldn’t remember all of it.

When I was telling her about the part where you leaned closer to—

I woke up. Again. For the second time.

What was happening to me? Why did I have a dream within a dream? The hardest part of dreaming was waking up. It hurt to open my eyes because I knew what happened was not real.

Dreams were bizarre. Our subconscious mind was the one working when we were sleeping so it took us to places we were familiar with, and places we wanted to go to. Sometimes, in a dream, you would meet a person that can change your life.

It was a dream within a dream. I dreamed that I dream.

I was so disappointed because I knew it won’t ever happen. Dream was the opposite of reality. And then I realized something.

I really do loved you.

I was still thankful because you told me you loved me. . . Even though it was just a dream.

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Thank you for reading this <3 I hope you liked it :) This was posted last October 19, 2011 and I had to repost it in the story group The Guy in the Dark Suit because I need to organize my stories.

The song is All About Us by He is We.

Dreams are weird, right? But believe in them and there you will find your destiny. :)