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I stopped worrying about Rosie, but the unclear confession had now become my new concern.
I was ready and told myself not to leave any regrets the next time I fell asleep.
However, I was unable to enter the dream anymore.
I wanted to confess my love, but it ended abruptly like my dream, and could no longer continue.
A few days later, I gradually understood my situation. I might never be able to go into that world again.
The taste of regret was like being blown away by the wind.
It felt as if I was blown far away, and no one knew what would happen to me in the end.
I wondered what had happened to grownup Brian and me in that world.
I started to think if they would occasionally think of teenage Brian and me and if they would spend their whole lives together.
I wanted to record all those wonderful nights in my mind and never forget them.
However, about a week later, my memory of those dreams had become noticeably blurred.