I guess it was a really simple dream at first, but then I began crying in the middle of the conversation and asked him what it was like.
Pathetic, just... absolutely pathetic. I've been reading too much about life and death and philosophy overall lately, maybe that's why.
Anyway, he just told me, "别急" and to not cry because it wasn't that big of a deal. He was just kind of looking at me with concern, his head slightly tilted...
I miss our old conversations about life and being able to meet his eyes like that.
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