I dreamt about you again. There was a handa at my Lola's house. Somehow, in the middle of the ruckus of preparation, I had a inkling that you were there. True enough, I saw you there, though only for a fleeting moment. I went around looking for you, trying not to seem like I was, kicking myself for not finding you. I remember you had shorter hair.
I found you at the back of the house. You were studying. I moved in closer, thinking that I could talk to you. But as I grew closer, I realized someone was with you, and so I pretended to be just passing by again.
I went around and around, feigning indifference, putting on a face, hiding what I really felt for you.
How far from the truth was that?
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