He saw her for the first time in a dream.
She was standing far away. He could not see her face clearly. But he felt something strong inside his chest.
Like he knew her.
She said his name softly.
When he woke up, he felt strange. The room was quiet, but it felt empty. Like someone had just left.
The next night, she came again.
And again.
Each night, she became more real. Closer. Clearer. Warmer.
He started to wait for sleep.
Because only in dreams, he could see her.
In real life, he began to search.
He looked at people on the street. At girls who looked a little like her. But none of them were her.
No one knew her. No one had ever seen her.
But she knew him.
Every night, she waited for him in a place that does not exist.