Last night, i met my Love again for the first time.
At first, I couldn't be sure if what I had seen, heard, or felt were actually parts of some kind of bittersweet dream.
Yet, the dream isn't the normal bittersweet,
My love was not bitter, but it was simply sweet.
Yet, my lack of guilt or regret made it bitter.
My actions were ones I will not hate myself for.
My words were ones that I will never wish to take back.
I met my Love again for the first time last night,
And it was not a dream.