Dreams can be powerful things. Happy, strange, scary. Those are the basics. Yet some dreams are more the that. A small few can be deadly, life-saving, hopeful. Yet one dream, one dream that was more powerful then any before, for it brought something greater then any one thing, something plentiful, yet many do not believe in. One dream, just one, brought love.
He dreams of normal things, of games and strange plotlines, of Him yet not of Him. But a trip to an airport changes that.
Now He is Himself, not Him in anothers shoes. Flying high above the world in an airplane, His messy black hair, wearing a navy vest and jeans. He sees a pretty girl, and He does what any would do, and tries to flirt with her. Yet that is not Him, and He knows it. The pretty girl ignores him, yet clear laughter sounds behind him in response to His joke. He turns around and sees Her. Bright, orange hair in a strange style, aqua coloured shirt and long, pink skirt. He knows. He does not feel it yet, but He knows.
He sits and talks with this new girl, and they are meant for each other. By the time the plane lands, They are deeply in love. No longer Him and Her, but They. They go together and he introduces her to his family. But his vision of purity ends abruptly as he wakes.
He is speechless. He is breathless. But now, he is He once more. He is alone, but He knows in His heart that there is more to that dream, either fate binding Him to find Her, or a hopeless search. After years of thought, He comes to this conclusion: She is His only priority, and He will continue His long, endless search till He finds Her or He is dead. And if that is the case, where He is bound by fate to die alone, then He is only grateful that he was able to feel love.
He and She Shall meld to make They