nostalgia/irony

I understand why you did the things you did.
All of the things.

We don't want these feelings to open up again, do we?
It's just for a moment after waking you hope the dream is still real.

Because at that point I still had some hope, maybe.
It's just ironic that after so many differences we were the same on that one point.

I'm writing a novel, you're sort of in it.