I don't believe in love at first sight, but I did know he was the one when I first saw him.

I have this reoccurring dream, this insane reverie that whisks me back to this moment. But the end is all wrong. In my sleep, he dissolves before my eyes like sand slipping down the rolling curves of an hourglass. And he's gone.

But the truth is, he was there. And I wish every moment of my life that he could be as real to me as he was there.