It was a few years ago, during my elementary school days—maybe third or fourth grade. I can’t say exactly when. What I do know is that I was young when I first saw her… in the dream that bound our fates together like a single thread stretched across time.
Even back then, I kept asking myself—Who is she? But no matter how hard I tried… I couldn’t remember her face.
It started like any normal day. I went to school, came home, and went to bed around 9 p.m. That night, something changed.
The dream began with a vacation—me and my family traveling somewhere that looked like Dubai but wasn't. The skyscrapers were tall and glowing white with lines of soft blue light. And the whole city was underwater—yet the towers rose above it, untouched.
While we were exploring, I noticed another family nearby. That’s when I first saw her. But at the time, I didn’t think much of it. I just kept walking.
Later in the dream, my family went off to do their own thing, so I decided to head back to the place we were staying. And there—just outside the door—I saw her again.
She stood a few feet away, and for a second… I was frozen. Not surprised. Not confused. Just happy. Like something deep in me remembered her—even if my mind didn’t.
We stood in silence. Then, she spoke.
“I used to be your best friend.”
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That’s what she said—or something close to it. And hearing it hit me in a way I still don’t fully understand. I didn’t know why at the time, but I felt joy… a quiet kind of joy I’ve never felt before or since.
The next thing I remember, we were swimming with her family. We laughed; we played. Her mother said something too, but I can’t remember what it was. That part’s blurry now.
Then the dream shifted—we were at a new school. A place I had never seen in real life. I was nervous, maybe even a little excited. And somehow… I knew she was there too.
The memories of that scene are scattered now. But I think we spent the day together—maybe laughing, maybe just being close. And then… I woke up.
When I did, I felt like crying. My chest was heavy. I didn’t know why—but I missed her. Deeply. Desperately. It didn’t make sense. How could a dream leave me feeling so hollow?
But I remembered her face. Her voice. The way she made me feel. And for a little while, I carried that memory with me.
Then… like fog, it began to fade.
Her face became blurry. Her voice vanished. Only her words remained:
“I used to be your best friend.”
Years passed. I forgot. Or I tried to. But sometimes—without warning—the memory comes back. Not because I want it to… but because it chooses to. Like something buried deep inside me still reaching for her.
And then one day, something changed.
She came to mind again—and this time, she didn’t leave.
Since that day, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. I don’t know who she is. I don’t know where she is. But I want to see her again.
To ask her everything. To say what I couldn’t say before.
And maybe… just maybe… the reason I feel all of this so strongly now, is because I’m getting closer.
Closer to finding her again. Closer to remembering not just the dream—But her.