Last night, I dreamed with you. I don't know why. We haven't spoken for months. But you were there, at my university.

I know that our story is something that happened in the past. When we kissed each other the first time, we know that we only had 20 days to be together. But today I ask myself what would happen if we saw again.

We are very different from the guys that kisses in a photo both. You have made many things in these years. Many of them, I would like to do but I don't dare to do it. I think you are more mature than me.

I'm not in your present, but, sometimes, I look your pictures to know that your life is great.