They say that those who can dream vividly are intelligent. The ability to control your dreams or even recall them means that you have a creative streak. They say that dreaming is sometimes an escape from reality or that they’re a way to understand your world around you subconsciously. They say that your dreams can be signs from the future of locked away memories from a passed life.

I say it’s insanity.

I read somewhere that you can’t create new faces in your dreams-that every face you see in your dreams are faces or facial features of people that you’ve seen. Even if it’s just in passing. It’s quite literally impossible for your brain to create a whole person that you’ve never seen before.

But if this is true then that means you have to be real. That means that you are somewhere in the world, and maybe, just maybe, you’ve dreamed of me too.

And how can you not be real when I’ve felt the electricity between us just by being close to you? How can you not be real when I know how your arms feel around me? Or when I know that you smell of sandalwood and salt water? Or how I know that these butterfly school girl crush feelings come whenever you look at me?

How can you not be real?

And how can you not be real when the sound of your name echoed from my lips the moment I awoke? Or how I begged to fall back asleep just to spend five more minutes with you? Or how I cried because it all felt so real and then was just ripped away from me?

How can you not be real?

How can you not be real when I searched aimlessly on social media to find you because you had to be? Or when I can still recall your face in my mind and those feelings in my heart? Or how empty I feel, thinking that maybe the universe isn’t trying to connect us in some astral way? Or how I feel like I lost you when I’ve never met you?

How can you not be real when you’re the realest thing I’ve ever known?