I have one too.
I dream of a simple moment.
Without pathos, without a perfect picture.

A warm evening. An open window.
I'm wearing his shirt... the one that's a little bigger than me and smells like him.

We're not doing anything special.
Maybe we're just talking... or even silent.

But there's no emptiness in this silence.
There's a feeling that nothing more needs to be added.

Sometimes I wonder if this is too little for a dream?

But then I realize...
It's these moments that stay with me the longest.

Not grandiose, not perfect...
but real.

And perhaps the most interesting thing is that this dream is impossible without someone else.

And the only question is...
who will be there that very evening 😌