For the past two weeks, the same dream had been repeating, every single night, though the details always changed.

A boy always appeared. You didn’t know who he was, or how he had found his way into your sleeping world, but he was always there.

One night you sat together by a calm riverbank, his head resting gently on your shoulder as if you were his only refuge. Another night the two of you shared a book in a quiet library, exchanging glances between lines, as if the words were stitching something deeper between your souls.

Then there were the nights filled with laughter wandering through an amusement park, capturing memories in a photo booth just before he kissed your cheek with a soft warm smile.

On the night you cried yourself to sleep he held you like the entire world had folded into his arms. He whispered words you couldn’t quite hear but deeply felt.

When you were sick he appeared again. He cared for you, checked your temperature, and kissed your forehead like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.

The strange part? You could never speak to him. Not once. Your voice didn’t work there, like speech didn’t belong in that dream-world. And even though the scenes changed he never did. It was always him.

Every night, he changed, yet stayed the same. Same boy. Same eyes those unforgettable green eyes you somehow grew attached to without ever knowing his name.

But the way he looked at you, touched you, held you, even his silences, they shifted. It was as if his heart mirrored yours. When you were lonely, he came to you calm and quiet, sat beside you, said nothing, just gently placed his hand over yours as if to say "I'm here. I'm not leaving."

When you were anxious before a test he appeared bright, carefree, pulling you by the hand like two kids escaping the weight of the world. You danced in the rain, laughed until you fell to the ground and he laughed with you like fear had no place between you.

On the nights you felt like you had nothing in this world he came to you like you were everything. He gazed at you without a word, and somehow that gaze alone brought peace.

Every dream was a wordless response to how you felt in the real world. As if his heart knew yours. As if he could hear a cry you never made.

As if there was an invisible thread, stretched quietly from your chest to his, and every time something broke inside you, it tugged on him, and without a word, he came to mend it.

Last night, he caressed your cheek gently, as though you were a fragile masterpiece. He traced your features with awe, those green eyes full of a thousand untold stories, before smiling softly and whispering: "Finally I’ll meet you in the real world. Aren’t you excited?"

You woke up with the dream echoing in your mind, lingering like fog through your morning routine. Even as you got ready for school, you couldn't shake it.

And then at school Amid the crowds, the noise, the chaos, you saw him. That face. Unbelievably familiar A face that calmed you when you were angry. A face that made you feel safe just by existing. A face you longed to see every time you closed your eyes.

It was him. The boy from your dreams. Exactly the same. As if the dream had stepped into reality.

He was surrounded by students, probably because he was new. But when his eyes found yours he froze. His expression shifted. Shock. Recognition. As if he knew you too, just like you knew him.

He had been dreaming of you as well. Every night. You had comforted him like he comforted you, cared for him the way he cared for you, held him like he held you.

You were his peace in the dark, the anchor in his restless world, the warmth he never knew he needed. He had never known love until he saw you.

He never knew who you were. Just that you were his and he was yours. And like you, he could never speak to you in the dreams either.

Strange isn’t it? You don’t know him, not family, not a childhood friend, not even an enemy. You’ve never met him in your waking life.