Bittersweet

When the world is raving about how awesome Inception is, I woke up from a dream which was so real it was exactly what I hope for in reality.

You were standing at the door waiting for me to fetch you (probably in my BMW). Upon my arrival, you showed a smile that could brighten any gloomy day. Yes, such was the influence and impact of your sweet, innocent smile. And with your white baby T, blue jeans and your black-frame spectacles that is almost a part of you already, into the car you jumped in and we started chatting as if we have not met for the passed decade. (Which could probably the case as I'm typing this. sigh.) The infectious smile, the child-like enthusiasm, the eagerness in the voice that shows there's a lot that we had to catch up. (It was like a direct copy and paste from our conversations in MSN, if you still remember.) We were heading somewhere which I can't quite recall, something like a youth gathering, something like a CF gathering back in Taman Sea high school. It was on the first floor of a certain building. I was a bit reluctant to go but you were so excited about it that you held my hand and led me as we walked up the stairs together. The feeling was indescribable, it was just extraordinary, an ultimate high.

And that's when I woke up abruptly.

Just a dream, I realized.

Bittersweet it may seem. 'Bitter' in reality but sweet in dream.

Anyway, life moves on.