Just A Dream

You were just a dream that I once knew.

It was already quite a while since we haven’t spoken the way we used to. How I miss those days. I used to wake up with your text. You used to give my phone a ring to wake me up. We used to talk over the phone about simple things; sometimes senseless, but made a lot of sense. I miss you. I miss us, if it is right for me to say “us”; if there was once “us.”

Our friendship is what I am referring to. It was a special friendship that we once shared. It seems to be gone. Forever? Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t know. We had our petty arguments. We had our debates. We shared a dose of opinions, and we casted our point of views. There were times that it seemed too heated; but most of the time they were just for the sake of exchanging thoughts; for us to exercise our intellectual capacity. At the end of the day, emotions were the stuff that prevailed.

I had fun. Somehow.

Now I am just a little tattered of what have become of us. We weren’t the same any longer. Smiles were gone. Everything's poker. Rainbow's have gone sepia. Even black and white lost their contrasts. The hues became useless. The "we" and "us" have petered out -- were they ever present?

I still hope to meet you someday, even just halfway.

I had fun. Somehow. How I miss those days.