Pale-Lit Corners, Disappearing Walls of Regret, and Unsaid Apologies

What a dream.

It was a pale-lit corner, and that's as much as I can summon location-wise. And then there was you; a rough figment of my past. You walked with me and you spun me around then you put your arms around me. An embrace which was made to gun down all my walls of hate and regret. Affection from you- even in a dream - felt like a foreign act. I've already forgotten what it was like, and to be brutally reminded through my subconscious travelling through the land of dreams was pretty hard to let sink in. But it felt so real. You whispered to me a litany of apologies for everything that was and for everything that we could not have been. It was all careful and sincere. You told me to take care. I cut you off mid-sentence and said my own share of sorry's and threw in words of gratefulness for making me realize a lot of things about myself and for cushioning all my problems back then. And then the scene ended abruptly. Suddenly the pale-lit corner from where we stood was just pitch black. My eyes fluttered, slowly revealing the light peeking inside my windows and I'm hastily reminded of my actual whereabouts. 

For a moment, I wish that was how things ended for us: devoid of bitterness and simply wanting the best for each other. But that might as well remain in the part of my brain that collectively holds all my wishful thinking. Nevertheless, I'm happy with where we both are now. Even if the events that led to this stability in our lives were messy and took so much out of us emotionally, what matters is those are all in the past. Whether you choose to look at them in an ugly light or a positive one, entirely up to you. But as for me, my sentiments will be just the same as what I had in the last few seconds before the curtain call for that dream decided to take place. Everything is forgiven, all faults accounted for and admitted, and I've acknowledged what just could not happen for us.