Dreams are real. dude.

And so, we met.
After 30 mins of a spitefuly unrealistic dream. Or vision. I don't know.
It was a happy dream, a peaceful ending of our friendship.
That night, 10 minutes past 8, saw you with my blur face.
Oh crap, why does it have to come true.
Why must I be there in the same restaurant with you.
Behold, dear familiar stranger, how long you've been better.
Of course, I tried to forget you. But I failed. Obviously.
I told myself for the umpteenth time, please don't fake it off.
In the end, I did. I sat laugh clap as if I was a the  proud victim.
As if everything was alright in that 3 years of time.
As if we were always best friends and nothing wrong could have happened between us.
Dear familiar stranger, how I wish to give a genuine smile to you.
Asking you how have you been sincerely
And waiting for your goodnight wishes daily
Just 3 seconds of saying hi and bye to you and your family could last me a month of recalling memories.
Yours truly,
The name you used to call me.