The day I stopped dreaming

I wasted a summer, a part of my soul si multa materie cenusie for a dream... for a lost dream. For the dream of happyness, a happyness I found so pure and unique, because it was from him, the one person in this world I had found and it was like me. Just like me! Every thought, every idea, every song, every eyelook, every laugh, it was the same in both of us. Thigs that inspire us, things that take us high on a cloud, things that knock us down, all the agony, all the joy we felt it the same, even though at a point we stopped talking. I don't have to see him to know how he feels, how he plays, what he is hiding, what's really inside him at every word and still this dream.. had no end... life moved us on.. faith didn't give this dream a chance. We would have been perfect together. We still are in our minds. Our minds will still do their job the same, our soul will still feel in the same way, every feeling, our lives will always be the same, because we will do the same things without knowing one from another, and one day we will find ourselves face to face because our thoughts, turned into our actions, and then into our activities, and then into our destiny and then our life, being the same, it brought us back together. It's us, the two identical minded people, that will find their way back to each other, for the dream to have an ending.