A Love Dream
- Lyda Ngin

- Jan 8
- 2 min read

On the morning of January, the Winter, of 2024, I woke with a heart full of warmth and vivid memories of an incredibly real dream. In this dream, I found myself unexpectedly falling in love with a man whose name I wish I knew.
It all began as I was helping a friend rent out a villa in an urban area. Our client was a cocky, average-sized Asian man, and though I had no experience in real estate, I agreed to help. The man was not the most pleasant, and I doubted his ability to afford the place. Yet, as we discussed the leasing contract, a flirty moment between us sparked a thrilling excitement in me.
After the meeting, it was time for lunch. My friend had arranged a group meal at a nearby resort, and on a whim, I wanted to invite him to join. Though my friend hesitated, the man showed up uninvited, and I was secretly glad. As we sat together with the group, he seamlessly blended in, much to the confusion of my friends. The details blurred, but in my next memory, we had become partners, sharing a cozy apartment.
The most cherished memory was of us lying in bed, cuddling and talking, wrapped in each other's arms. The intimacy was profound, filled with tender embraces and whispered words. The scene fades to black, only to shift to a breathtaking trip with friends. We stood amidst stunning landscapes—a waterfall, sky, mountain, and river. Holding him close, feeling the warmth of his half-naked body, we marveled at the beauty around us. My heart raced with love, excitement, and an unforgettable connection.
In the final scene, we were walking down a busy street with a little girl who turned out to be our daughter. She was adorable, and as we enjoyed ice cream, he stepped away, leaving me to care for her. As I helped her with her tangled bead necklace, I realized the depth of my love for this little one.
I awoke from the dream, filled with happiness and a longing for the love I had experienced. Though it was just a dream, the emotions felt real and left me smiling with contentment.

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