I have to be dreaming.
Sometimes I just know.
Firstly, we are standing in the park where we had
our first kiss.
And he's looking at me the way he use to.
That loving awed look. 
I use to love that.
No, I still do.
He use to love me.
Which makes this a dream.
I sigh and try to wake myself.
As usual it doesn't work.
He smiles and beckons me forward.
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