I should decide to write about it by now, since the dreams have not gone for good. More likely every full moon, give or take, that person is still lurking around my psyche, perhaps my other self wherever I may be in a particular time and space. He is getting closer and closer like the years until 1996.
I still could not figure out the meanings. Is it me? Is it just me? Is he my safe place? Am I his safe place? Is it both ways?
He and I, well, we have a connection obviously. My theory is, we are supposed to be witness to each other's life. I want him to be the witness of my life, though. I want him to be my domicile, in which I get to come home whenever I become weary of this reality; or when I need a recharge or boost. *sigh* I guess, he does not feel the same. What a shame.
Well, as Koreans on TV would always remind me ––
'Men and women cannot be friends... least not best friends.'
sC