I had the same dream again: I saw you from the back while we walked on the same road. You were a few paces away from me, and walking alone. I wanted to wave and shout, as a means to catch your attention, but you didn’t seem to hear me. I walked faster, willing my legs to move a little quicker in an attempt to catch up with you, but every quickened step I took, you seemed to match. We were still walking in the same direction, at a steady pace, but the distance felt greater than ever.
We walked: me trying to catch up to you; you walking along oblivious to my efforts. Somewhere along the way you were joined by a friend, but I remained alone. Still I chase after you, in an attempt for companionship. You don’t seem to notice, but laugh that joyful laugh I dearly love- it’s not because of me.
The problem is that I’ve had this dream too many times before. Sometimes I don’t even know if it’s a fragment of my memory from real life, a mere dream, or a recurring nightmare anymore.