I had a dream last night about Hasan. It was the most wonderful dream. I saw that we were hugging very closely, clinging to each other, like that last day before I left. It seemed like we were hugging forever. There was nothing sexual, nothing impure about this. Just pure love. The memory of that dream carried me throughout the day. Why was the memory of this boy so deeply imprinted in me? Granted, we did meet and love each other during the most difficult time of my life; and yes, pain binds people closer together than pleasure. But so much time has passed and I still think of him.