[16-03-09] later on

Maybe one night, in thirty years, I'll have a dream. A dream of those times when I was sixteen or seventeen. Maybe that night, I'll wake up to find myself in love with you, to find that none of those feelings left, but here hidden all along, until the day they finally found an outlet, an outlet in pair of eyes that have a slight resemblance with yours, or in one night's dream, the sort of dream that one never forgets, the sort of dream one treasures because it is the last memory of something that never did happen.

A mark is nothing and I'm willing to pay.