I believed

I believed him. I believed him again. Even though I knew it wouldn't be like he said once we would come back to reality. But I wanted to believe him so badly, so desperately.

We were standing under the streetlamps and he looked me into the eyes when I asked him: "And what about tomorrow? When you realize who you really are and go back into reality?" And he just smiled and said: "Then we'd still have us!"

Yeah, we'd still have us. Well, he'd still have me…