>>3650099I, too, sometimes dream of a different life where she was my friend, maybe even from childhood days. We would go back home together, join the same clubs and sit on river banks on those sunny summer afternoons, just like in my japanese anime. And we would stay in touch to this day, meeting from time to time to talk or play some cthulhu board games.
Such a beautiful sadness it is, knowing that she'll never know me nor need me and that I will eventually move on, too, one flickering spark of grief remaining for what could've been.
