I feel like asking you directly right now.

I know there was something back then. I'm pretty sure you felt it too, I'm pretty sure it wasn't just an illusion on my part. So what now? Has everything disappeared already? Just like that?

But no, I must be contented. I must remind myself that even back then I knew I was just living a dream. At least I got to experience that, even if it was just for a few hours, just for a day, for a few days. It's better than nothing. Maybe that's what's best too. I must be contented and stop hoping for more. Maybe it's good to end it there. I must quit thinking about the loneliness now. I've got the memories of that little dream I lived to carry me through, to give me strength.