If god is with us then what could stand against?!

The first time we met, we stood behind a pink house that Grandpa built for my dad.
I was wearing a white dress and you, your dark blue shorts that I can never forget.

You took my hand and whispered in my ear that I smelled good and that you never wanted to leave the country unless I came with.

And in the morning when I woke up you were
not there. The silence ate me while tears fell down like a wave.
I could still feel how your hands held my hard and the heat from your hug.


But now I wonder, was it in a
dream or reality.
Because if I had a dream, how can I still feel your smell on my pillow?