A Midsummer Night's Dream (24:8)

I often wondered what made summer nights as beautiful as that one...yet it was only too shortly afterwards that... everything I had built, everything I had imagined and everyting I had experienced all turned out to be just a dream... As I woke up I heard his soft voice whispering her name as softly as was the midsummer's breeze. Yet, I did not dare to open my eyes fully... I was scared to see; I was scared to admit that it was just a dream...

I can still see his face looking at me with a baffling tone yet smiling at me with the sweetest smile... and I kiss him... I kiss him as if I am never to see him again... and I won't; i can't; I mustn't;...