dream a little dream

yikor, i dreamt of you yesterday. and it was only this morning, after i woke up from the dream, that i realised how much i miss you actually. in the past, i hate it whenever i hear people say that i am nothing without my brother. now i wish, i rather be nothing and have you by my side…

why do the really important people in my life have this irritating habit of disappearing from me?

they disappeared when i was barely a month old…you disappeared before my twenty first birthday…they reappeared…he disappeared after my twenty first birthday…you reappeared…he reappeared…i made myself disappeared…i reappeared…and you had to disappear…and along the way…fangs disappeared…reappeared…disappeared…i lost count of that…

i can’t find the words to describe how i feel now. the happiness of finding myself…of finding him…and then the scariness of losing you…the possibility that this may be forever…

if the only way to see you again is in the dreams, then i wish i’ll never wake…