Dreams come true.

- Tell me about your dreams.
- Why?
- Because I want to know about them.
- But you already know what I dream about.
- But I wanna hear it... From you.
- Ummmm.
- Come on! Tell me please!
- (I don't know why she want to hear it, she knows that the only thing in my dreams is her)
- ...
- Well, they have changed.
- Really?
- Yeap.
- Why? 
- Because I've made true some of them, so, I have new ones or the same but different.
- ...
- It's so simple, do you remember what I dreamed when I met you?
- No. (Of course I do, you silly)
- ...
- Of course I do! You silly!
- Well, if you remember, my dream was holding your hand while I walked with you. Right?
- Yes. (I loved those words)
- Well. Now that I can do it, it's no more my dream. Well, I wanna do it for long time, but, I can say that my dream has come true.
- OK.
- Now, I have this dream where I'm holding your hands in mine, and...
- What? And what?
- Well, we're a couple of elders. You know, sitting in our yard, watching our grandchildren playing, and running. Then, I look in your eyes and still find myself in them while you find your reflection in mine.
- Are those really your dreams?
- Why?
- Because if you're telling the truth...
- What?
- I wanna make them real.
- Of course I'm telling the truth!
- You promise we will make them real?
- No.
- No?!
- I'm just kidding! Come here!
- I hate you!
- (I'd like you to realise that my only dream is you... And you came true)