I was with him in the dream. I saw him right in front of me, felt his presence as if he were truly beside me. I was talking to him, laughing, and gazing into his eyes, as if everything I'd ever wished for had come true in that moment. In the dream, I wasn't afraid of separation, nor was I thinking about what would happen between us tomorrow. I just wanted to stay with him and live every second by his side. I felt that the world had finally compensated my heart for every moment of longing, that all the distance between us had vanished, and that it was just the two of us left. But you know what the hardest part was? When I woke up, I looked around and he wasn't there. I reached for the place where I felt he was close to me, and I found myself alone. His voice wasn't near me, and his eyes weren't looking at me, but the details of the dream remained etched in my heart as if they had become real. I wished I could go back to sleep, not because sleep comforts me, but because dreams were the only place where I could be with him without fear, without distance, without worrying about how far he might be. I wish dreams could last forever, and I wish people could choose the moments they want to live forever, because if it were up to me, I would have chosen this dream and never woken up. I would stay with him, memorizing his features, listening to his voice until I was satiated with his presence, even though I know nothing can ever truly satisfy my heart. Maybe he doesn't know how much his presence, even in dreams, makes me happy, and maybe he doesn't know that a single moment with him in my imaginary world is worth more to me than long days of loneliness and waiting. I was with him in the dream, but when I woke up I returned to a reality where he wasn't there, and I kept wishing I could sleep again, not to have a new dream, but just to go back to the same place, the same moment, and to the same person my heart chose, even though he's far away from me. #fyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy #fypシ #اكسبلوري #شياطين #جن - @8_ti80