“Christopher, is it you? Is it really you?” I stretched out my hand and stroked his face. Carefully, I caressed his cheek little by little, following the contours of that familiar facial features.

 

“This dream is so real that I can feel your tears.”

 

my skin. I then whispered, “Don’t cry. You see, I finally dreamed about you, so you should be happy. If you cry, it will make me cry too. The doctor said that my gauze will be removed in the next few days, so I mustn’t cry. Can you

his eyes. Seeing that they were about to fall, I lifted my head and kissed the tears from the corner of his eyes. They say that men do not cry, but my man was

lips went over his eyebrows and his nose and finally stopped at his lips. I

he could not see enough of me. I thought this had to be a dream. After all, Christopher had never

him. To me, it was all just a dream,

mean to make you sad. Are you angry that I left? I really didn’t know what else to do. I had a nightmare just now. I dreamt that you were in my arms, and your life was slowly

 

lips with his in a kiss that was passionate like

I was drunk; otherwise, I would not be dreaming about Christopher. Then, I started to undress him and lay on top of

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