he was(delete)

it wasn't a dream.
He stood there I could see, then he smiled when he noticed me. My sight was feild with other people, who all just like the ghost or shadow. But he, he was the only one colorful and bright.
He reach his hand out, and so did I. We did not touch each other, we were still apart, but somehow, I could feel him so strong.
I knew, I know; He wasn't the memory in my mind. He even wasn't a being-individual.
He was my breathing past.
He's still here. He never go far.

標籤： 日記似的。