A odd thing has been happening to me for the past few nights. I think i’ve developed a habit of waking up at 3am and think of you. How weird, it’s something that’s occurring to me ever since you became just a memory of a time of happiness in my life. The first time it happened, I first dreamed of your face. The way the corners of your eyes would wrinkle up and a shadow of a dimple would appear on each side of your wide smile as you looked down into my eyes. The second time it happened, I dreamed of your touch, I felt how you would wrap your hands around me and hugged me, even though I claimed that I hated it. Every night, dreaming first, then thinking of what ifs. Yesterday, I dreamed of you telling me that it was over, leaving me alone once again. Although, in this dream, I couldn’t recall exactly how your voice sounded like. And I woke up and sat up thinking of your laugh, one of the few things that I still haven’t forgotten about you.