Charles

I dreamt of Charles last night.
He had the same appearance as the time when I first came to know him.
He was 17. I guess... or could be younger.
We had a conversation.
He placed my hand on his chest so tight till I could feel his heart beating.
It seemed like he was telling a story which he wished he could turn back the clock.
…
I said, it was only 6 months… but he said, no, it was 5 years.
5 years?

I could not reach a conclusion.
Uummm… maybe he was right. 5 years.
It must be the lost time that I did not know it ever existed.

It was a weird dream... it seemed like his spirit traveled thousands of miles just to tell me that.