It's Not My Imagination

I was standing in a strange place that I didn't ever known before. Accidentally he was standing in front of me and smiling to me. Then I walked to him and held his hand tight. We walked together. He kept smiling and he asked me "Why?". I wondered what he said but I answered with smile too. I took his hand and put it on my cheek. I hold his hand like I didn't want to let him go again.


It's not my imagination. I swear. But...it happened when I slept. When will I see him again? 'Cause I miss him like crazy.