He dreamt in shades of blue and green – skies the color of forget-me-nots, fluffy clouds, emerald thickets, and a still lake reflecting the sun. Forest animals, gentle breezes, and the chirping of birds filled his dreams with a sense of peace. But it was you, always you, that made these dreams truly special.

He could feel your light touch, the warmth of your embrace, and hear your voice, soft as the rustle of leaves. Yet, your face remained a tantalizing mystery, hidden behind a veil of forgetfulness.

The thought of you being silent choked him, stole the very air from his lungs.

You were his only real friend, a constant presence in his dreams, though he couldn't be certain if you were real or simply a figment of his yearning. He longed to bridge the gap between dreams and reality, to find you in the waking world.

His heart raced with a plan. He would find you, no matter the cost. And so, the dream returned, the familiar forest, the shimmering lake, and you, sitting beside him on a moss-covered log. He took a deep breath, his voice trembling with anticipation and fear.

"Do you think... could we meet?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the ground, unable to bear the weight of your imagined rejection. "In the real world... not here, in a dream."