All our bags were packed and we were leaving the house toward the airport. We were going to leave for a flight to Perth for our very first holiday together. As we checked in and walked through the departure gates, you turned to me and said this was going to be the happiest time of our lives. I believed you, I believed that this time alone would do us good.

Touching down at Perth's International Airport, you grabbed my hand like a little boy and dashed toward the immigration. I knew you were excited and the excitment had rubbed off me. Gathering our bags, getting the rented car, we drove toward our accomodation.

During the two weeks there, we did many things. Visiting farms, picking strawberries, going to see penguins, snorkling, shopping, eating, going to the beach - just spending time with each other.

Unfortunately, it was only a dream, a dream that I made when I went to bed last night. I wished it was probably true but no when I awoke and found myself in my own room, I knew that it only happened in lala land. I don't want to cling on to anything or to even dream about. I just wish that I could sleep peacefully.