dreaming about him

i was dreaming about him last night.. gosh i miss him.. the dream is quite weird.. it was my grandmother's birthday party.. well, in reality my grandmother was indeed the one that knew i was going out with him.. i was lining up to get my food, and someone just suddenly grabbed me and dragged me all the way to the sitting area.. it was him.. gosh.. i miss him..

we didnt do anything really.. we didnt talked, we js stood there and holding hands.. which, we actually hardly did when we were together.. then the scene changed.. the two of us were sitting in front of a soccer field.. watching soccer.. again, we didnt talk, just holding hands..

in reality, we always talked.. we hardly see each other, the fact that he was living [and still i guess] on another city.. so once we met, we talked almost about everything.. hahha.. it somehow reminds me when i smiled at him for the first time.. hillarious!!! he sunddenly mistoned his sing at several parts.. my dad was scolding him..

i realised, the two of us really actually did nothing to impress each other.. we didnt give gifts [well, i did once.. and he did once].. we rarely talked in the phone [we were afraid that my dad gonna find out], we wrote letters instead.. we never went to watch movies on our dates.. we js hang out, he would sang for me [with my mom's guitar.. hahaha.. since it's the only guitar at home].. we werent really expressing ourselves in action, more to writing..

we didnt do alot of things that normal couple will do.. we were old-fashioned.. but the memory somehow stays.. i havent seen him in two years.. darn, i miss him.. he was there during eid celebration when my dad held an open house.. he came in the afternoon, but darn!! my flight was 10am on the exact same day..

after reading JC's blog, i js realise that love is seriously unconditional.. he never said i'm cute, neither did i said anything great about him.. but i'm admiring his religiousness.. and he couldnt stop smiling at me when i wore veil for the first time.. made me blush really.. i guess, that was love in the name of Allah.. well, only God knew if it was..

even so.. we all should be thankful that there were once when we loved someone so deeply, that we were loved by someone, and we had the chance to enjoy it.. don't cry because it ended, be grateful because it happened..