Last night, I had a dream about you and me. In the dream, we were travelling just like how we always wanted to. Everything was so foreign. The people around us were speaking in a language that I didnt understand, that you barely understand. We stood there like idiots while you tried to converse in your barely fluent language. We sat by the river and laughed. It was a sunny but cool day.
It was you, the one who shared my taste for whimsical stuff. And the one who didnt mind lazing around doing nothing at all.
HAHA. I woke up (have to wake up) before I could see your face.
Damn project meetings.