if the dreams we dreamt were windows into other peoples' lives...like a sneak peek of what happened to them ever since we last encountered them.

I had a vivid dream last night of my first boyfriend - let's call him D - and he looked like he went on to be a doctor. handsome. still with that jawline, but minus the braces.

he offered me a ride after he spotted dream me walking on the sidewalk (this was after a fight with a person previously in my life, who will remain unnamed but my subconscious portrayed as a black shadow. moving on...). he offered to drive me home, and in this lifetime we had stayed in touch but grew apart when he went off to medical school.

all I could remember about dream D was that he became a doctor then got cancer. he seemed happy, in remission, and...overall, a comforting presence. odd.

we ended things mutually because we thought we would both meet someone else (we were both about to transfer schools, I ended up not going). this was in the before times, when the worst thing in my life was me not being able to go to Makati on Sundays because Sundays were Pokemon TCG days and that meant I wouldn't be able to see him. such innocent times.