I dreamt just last night someone was in love me. I knew it was a dream even then because there is no such person when I’m awake. He loved me and was happy to me. He was patient and understood my reservations. He was sweet and kind. Most of all, my soul was full of joy over our brief encounter. I am not heartbroken he isn’t real. It only means my capacity to love is genuine. Whether anyone will reciprocate is a mystery in another chapter of my life.