Sleep walk

Not then, but now.


My memory is fading, probably because of age. I couldn't keep track of when exactly was the last time we met. Two or three years ago? No matter how hard I tried to search my files in my brain, I couldn't be sure about it.

It is just weird, we must wait even longer to see each other for the next time. Well, better than never... or may be never. Who knows?

And I rather stay in dream.