There was a night he messaged me out of nowhere.
He told me he woke up from a dream — one of those dreams that feel too real, too close, too familiar — the kind you only get when someone still lives somewhere in the back of your mind.
He said he woke up looking for me.
Not in a dramatic way.
Not in a desperate way.
Just… instinctively.
Like his half-asleep self believed I was still there, the way I used to be.
And for years, we would tell each other about our dreams like it was normal.
Like it was our thing.
But I didn’t connect the dots until recently.
The timing.
The emotion.
The way he described waking up.
The way he reached out right after.
The music he released soon after — the one about dreams he couldn’t escape.
I didn’t see it then.
But now I do.
Some people don’t dream of strangers.
They dream of the ones their heart hasn’t really let go of.
And maybe that dream wasn’t just his.
Maybe it was ours.
— kim 🌙