Tonight I dreamt about a man. I couldn't see his face, but his every movement, his every look was full of warmth and desire. He took my hand-surely, gently, as if we'd known each other for a long time. We walked along the night beach, barefoot, to the sound of the waves and the starry sky.

He was saying something very quietly, but I don't remember the words. I only remember how calm I felt. No fear, no doubt.
I woke up with a slight shiver and a smile. My heart was beating harder than usual. I felt that this dream wasn't just a dream. Maybe my inner world already knows who is coming to meet me... I want to believe that somewhere now he - the real, living one - is also remembering me. Or at least feels the same way.