Last night.

Dreamed again.

This is the second time this week.

Except it is more intense this time.

Pillow was wet with the burst of tears after woke up; the emotion was too overwhelming to handle.

What did I dream?

I could not tell the details as it has never happened before.

But, it was so real.

Feeling being abandoned, fear of betrayal, I was terrified and collapsed.

In the dream, everyone has turned their back on me, including you.

I really needed someone to pat on my back, and said I am here.

Yes, I know. I was like a kid.

I know, being (or acting) brave and never shedding your tear easily are the social rituals to be recognised as an adult, or a man.

However, more or less, there is still part of me refuses to grow up.

Hidden or suppressed.

That is the true 'me'.

After the dream, the true 'me', the kid in me was revealed.

And I know, whom I really care, I really need.

Whom I couldn't bear to lose.

How I wish you know.