I was dreaming so long last night. Well, I cannot really recall the chapters in order, but I do remember some parts. It was about two people who were in love deeply. I was more about an observer, so I was watching their life. Somehow they cannot be together, and why my dream felt so long, maybe it’s because the road of their love life was playing all night. I failed to remember the dialogues and the scenes, but the feeling of watching them is so miserable and pitiful.

I remember the background is in a lonely beach, with the sun setting down. The sky was full of yellow and orange clouds, and the dark sea sparkles. It was very movingly beautiful. At that time, I was sitting on a dark porch near the beach, holding a pen with a paper on a pad. I was not really understand what to do, as I was in deep concentration of watching the two lovebirds.

It seems when my dream was about to come to an end, I saw them was trying to figure out what they wanted to do with their relationship. Eventually, they asked God for their fate. And God granted their wish, to let them not apart, but with a sacrifice.

Suddenly they turned around and looked at me gracefully. I was confused. Slowly, they transformed into two children. They were holding hands, and still looking at me. I stood up, and approached them slowly. I sat on a flat rock near them, still holding the pen and the paper. After transforming into children, the boy hugged the girl tightly.

It was very moving to see them. But the story didn’t end at that moment. The girl cried in silence, as the boy stop hugging her and walked backwards. Again, I’m very confused. Wasn’t that their happy ending?

Apparently not. Slowly, a pair of wings grew from the boy’s back. He became an angel, and he was carried up from the ground. They didn’t say anything, but some way, I can hear them talking in my heart.

The boy promised God that he would do anything to keep them together. His request was approved, but in return, he cannot be with the girl as a human, but in the form of an angel. He will be able to watch over her and see her. Once a month, on that date, the girl will be able to see him. Their life would go on like that until the death of the girl. And when that time comes, the girl would transform into an angel like him, while the eternity waited for them.

The boy disappeared. The girl was still standing, trying to absorb what really happened. I came towards her. She smiled at me, and asked me to write about what I saw from the beginning. Then, she left me. I went back to the dark porch and start writing in grace.

I think it’s not a tragedy. It’s more like a sacred love struggle that reminds me to strengthen myself in my own love life. It costs everything to keep a love. Although I have to spend all I have to keep that sacred feeling, I will not lose them. It’s worth the effort.