And just like that, I’m dreaming again.

You wonder what it could be that causes us to stop dreaming when we used to be avid dreamers. Or maybe it’s vice versa for you.

I haven’t been dreaming for years, it feels like. I’ve dreamt more in the last two weeks than in those two years.

Maybe I’ve been thinking less. Or perhaps I’ve been nonstop thinking. I wonder what it is. My favorite part about it is that I haven’t had nightmares.

Not sure what it could be. I’ve dreamt of her again, though. The girl that doesn’t exist, or at least doesn’t exist in this universe. Or maybe she does, and I’ve already met her. I can’t remember quite yet.

I think that’s what I’m looking for. I am looking for the person I get to know all over again, and instead of feeling like some sort of familiarity, it’s more like… nostalgia. It’s like when you haven’t gotten on a bike in years, but you’re riding with no hands an hour or two later. Except, I never learned how to ride with no hands.

Maybe I’ll start remembering things. Maybe I’ll start remembering you. Yeah, I could say YOU because I know you’re probably reading this. Because maybe now, or one day, you’ll read all this, won’t you? I mean, I did say I would write a book about you, haven’t I said that?

I just thought you should know that I started dreaming again. And you were in a few of them.