'I like you as you are,' he wants to say, but he can't quite muster up the courage (or voice) to say it. There is no reason to say it, anyway. None at all. (Okay, that is clearly a lie.)

"I feel like I knew you even then," he says, instead. "It was only a dream, but it felt so ... real."

They are interrupted by a sudden streak of light, blurred and softened in the cloud-filled sky, and then another boom in the distance follows after.