It is both sad and beautiful when the love we have always wanted visits us in a dream and whispers those warm, fuzzy words with a conviction that nobody in our wakeful state/existence has ever done.
Although it was just a dream, it succeeded in giving us precious momentary joy before our eyes inevitably popped open to the unrequited reality that, unlike the dream, stubbornly refused/refuses to vanish.
Despite the fact that the fantasy is no more, during the morning after, we sensed a lightness in our step as if we could still hear the soft and heartfelt timbre of our beloved midnight chimera.
