Its so difficult to forget the past at times. Although newer things happen to you as life goes on , and old memories are replaced by new ones, sometimes, deep inside, some things do remain.
This one is going to be short as I don't remember much and I don't want to get too personal either.
My Dream..
Fifteen years have gone by since today.
I am seated in my house, in my room. I look my age , about 40. I still have my french beard on though (its turned a little salt n' pepper in its look!) . I have a feeling that the phone has rung a couple of times last night, and I wasn't able to pick it up.
Just then, some guy (I have no clue who he is) passes by, and tells me 'She (I want to refrain from using names here) called last night. She wanted to speak to you. I told her you weren't available. Maybe she'd call again' .
I remember going into a temporary state of what can be called a mix of elation and disbelief.... and then asking the guy who just spoke to me... 'Will she really?' .... and this is where it ends....
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