In my dream, you had a nonchalant smile plastered across your face. You looked happy, you made me happy.

In my dream, you laughed like a little boy at something I'd said. It fuels me, your laughter, it makes me want to learn to love again.

In my dream, you initiated the conversation, like you really wanted to talk to me. Like the very first time we met. (Even if, I'd initiated the conversation in my heart way before.)

In my dream, it was nostalgia, happiness and comfort all in one. You gave me that, and you took it away.