I Dreamt again

I do not know if I would be happy or not because of this dream... Seriously.

This morning I woke up from a dream. I dreamt of him (him being my highschool classmate) and I in a room. Well, I was talking about something I was holding (which I vaguely remember, but I was sure it was black and something debatable). I recall talking about it and then he went beside me to take a look. THen I point something on that thing to him, and told him some things. THen, he moved close (at this point, my head is leaning on his shoulders due to the closeness), and so he talks his opinion. We then had a lengthy discussion of which I don't really remember much.

Pity, really.

The point is, I am happy that at least in that dream, we were able to be close... well, at least that close. Too bad it was just a dream. If it weren't, I'd be the happiest person on earth.

Why is that?

Simple. Because the person I love, who so happens to be the one in my dream, is the person that is farthest from me. It pains me gravely. It is like cancer - silent yet you know it will eventually kill you if left uncured. In my case, my cure is his love, which I am still deprived off.