(137: Clear eyes full hearts)
I had the most vivid and lucid dream ever which I can't stop thinking of. It seemed too real and it might as well have been. For some reason you appeared in my estate and I didn't even know why. We were having a conversation. You asked me why I did that back then, back when we still talked, and I wanted to tell you. I knew what to say, it's what I would've said in real life. You said things weren't supposed to be done that way and I wanted to tell you but I stuttered. I wanted to tell you that I'm not... naïve. But the word wouldn't come out of my mouth. As if something was telling me that I am naïve and I just didn't know it and wanted to think that I am not. I did manage to say the word eventually though, and you accepted it. We had a proper conversation, something we never had before in real life and I just thought you should know, if you're reading this: I'm not naïve.