Oh,

Its the same place again.

I look around, trying to adjust my eyes to the sun's brightness, And I find myself walking beside him, bantering over a stupid topic yet again.

Typical.

I can’t clearly see him though; the sun is blinding his face,

or perhaps he just naturally appears that bright..

All I can do is hear him; I cant make out the words though, its all too unclear.

We step under a tree's shade — the cool breeze grazing my face, petal-leaves dancing around in the wind and the heat dissipating — It’s quite serene.

In that brief moment of shade, I am able to see his face. He's talking relentlessly, ofcourse — His mouth eloquently articulating his thoughts; my eyes wander off to his pitch black hair turned hazel now as the sun rays slip through it, the breeze tousling his hair into a mess..

I can’t help but gaze at the sight. Its perfect, All I could wish for is the moment to never stop.

Almost instinctively my arm lifts up, my hand trying to reach out for his hair, eager to tuck those hairlocks behind his ear.

But it halts.

I quiver in dissapointment,

Its a dream. I cant- I cant touch him..