Anne had the dream again.
Later, she woke up to the news of his homecoming.
Much later, she couldn't get a single thing done without thinking about the dream. About him. About who they used to be to each other and who they can be to each other, but didn't.
She was utterly excited of seeing him again. At the same time, she was uncertain if he would ask her out again, just like old times. He seemed so changed since their last meeting. He chatted less, stopped sending her e-mails and no longer reply her calls. In these past few months, they had drifted away from each other. Would they be so far apart that it is impossible to bridge the gap? Also, something that happened during their last meeting opened up a gashing wound that Anne could never get over. He asked Her. He may not think of it that way, but the playground was special to her. Anne simply couldn't imagine anyone barging into the picture, especially not Her. She was thanking her stars she didn't get to meet them that day.
Nevertheless, Anne couldn't help feeling that the uniqueness of the playground was ceasing, like old memories falling apart and the feelings they once held dear for each other evaporated into the atmosphere. Immediately, she felt like an idiot. An idiot who cared for someone who didn't care for her. An idiot who still live in the past. An idiot who still harbour a hope for the impossible.
