The Dream

I had a dream. I dreamt that I was walking along the streets of an unfamiliar city. The air was chilly and the sun had just begun to set. The lights from the nearby posts lit the well-paved streets. The streets were practically empty. With my bag hanging from my shoulder, I walked ever so slowly to an unknown destination. I looked around and I saw a shadow lurking by the corner. My hands turned cold. I felt scared. I tried to cross the street. Until I heard a familiar voice.

"Tristan...", you called.

I looked at you. Your eyes now shone from the light. I took a second look. Your face looked familiar. I  know I have seen you somewhere in the past but I was not sure. I stopped walking. I stared at you for a while. You gave me a quick nod. I started walking to your direction. I was now finally in front of you. From where I was, I tried to recall who you were. 

"Come on Tristan, think.", I whispered.

You were smiling at me. 

"Kamusta na?"

I gave you a confused look.

"Do I know you?"

You stared at me. I saw tears form in the corners of your eyes.

"Tristan, it's me..."

Nothing.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?", I asked.

You turned your back and started walking away. You never looked back. While I, I stood still. And then it hit me. 

"Now, I remember him. He was me before all of this."