I woke up multiple times a while ago in the middle of the night. There have been many different stories and I can only remember one. I was with you, and it seems everything turned out well. We’re back from the start. I can even recall what your mom told us. “Who would’ve thought you’d end up together again?” she said with a very cheerful smile. I was laughing. Again, I was portraying a role my subconscious is projecting at the back of her mind. The me in that dream state seems to be very happy. Like nothing else mattered when you’re with me. My mind was clouded by thoughts of you that I had totally forgotten who I am and what I ought to do with life. You’re still superior on my subconscious’ memory. But why is this happening? I’m tired of watching these scenes, my dear. I wanted a life where I won’t be able to bother you anymore, and hopefully, vice versa. I really can’t understand why your shadow won’t let me have my peace of mind. Confusing. I wish you well, dear.