Coming 07 August is the second month of him in coma. I feel guilty of not able to do anything other than just paying him a visit on the trip a month ago. Apart of having the busy life adapting the new job but I don’t think that can quantify my excuse for not contributes more of my help when they need me.
I don’t know. Perhaps the feeling is drilling deep in my heart, or maybe I couldn’t wait to see him awake, or it could be some form of sign or symptoms. The dream that I had is not 1 but 3 times about his awakening. First during my visit, second and third was later. The dream is just so real, I could hear his talking, I could feel his skin and I could even feel my tears. But weird enough, every time I touched him, I woke up… Why?
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