"I was looking for you, you know."I know.
"Where did you go, for so long?"
"...I was worried."I know. But I am here now.
I missed you.
"And I, you. Hurry."Come.
Meet me half way.
"At "that" place, am I right?"Yes.
---This was a very simple but endearing piece, to me.
I dream of this place a lot. It's a recurring space in my reveries, often the sky blindingly blue and patches of colour (usually greens, pinks, and the rare violets) on the ground, swathed by mist. Recently I've begun to call it Elysia--fitting. Unoriginal, but fitting. And every time I dream of this place I feel like I'm waiting for someone, and I miss them.
I have been dreaming less and less, the older I get. Elysia hasn't gone away, but I'd like to think lovers meet here in their dreams, even when they're eons away from another.
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