*Credits to the owner of the pic. I do not own the pic*
"Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream."
Indeed life has been like a dream for this boy.
Do you know how dreams are?
Soft, cloud-like?
It feels so real, but still you'll question yourself:
'Did it really happen?'
One year.
Two years..
Three...
Four....
Five.....
Six......
Seventh year.
He has not seen her in seven years.
Yet he has not forgotten a bit about her, nope.
Those specs.
The pony tailed hair.
That smile.
'Will I ever see her again?'
Will she be his dream catcher? - to filter all the bad dreams, and only make all good ones.
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