Just a tale (short story)

She came home after a hard day.Feeling not very well she tried to make up her mind, but she couldn't.
"Why it happens to me?' asked she in whisper. "Why I feel in that way... why?'
She couldn't understand what she felt, still her heart told her that she was in love.

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"Dear diary,
I don't know what to do now... I've lost my way and now I just don't know which path I have to follow..
What should I do? Oh, just too many questions left without an answer..."

She stopped her writing for a second thinking about something. And then wrote the following:

"But those eyes.... they made me smile and cry, they made у fall and rise... I'll always belong to him...

Oh God, how I wish to tell all of this to him..."

She closed her diary and lay down on the bed. Tears were sparkling in her eyes but she didn't care. The only she felt then was pain of lovelorn, neverending longing... 

Thoughts of dear voice and face were surfing in her mind hurting deeper and deeper. 

Slowly she fell asleep and saw a dream. 

She loved dreams, especially the colorful ones. Very often they came true, but some time had to pass.

This one was short but so real. She saw another dream, not like those she had all last nights. 

It was like a fresh breath of the wind in summer, first snow in winter so pure and clear that she was afraid of that she would forget it. But still she remembered it very well even now when such a long time flew. 

But now she saw another dream, also colorful one. 

'I love you, dear..." whispered she sill sleeping. 

"Me too." answered someone.

"What?" asked she waking up but none was there.