You finally meet the girl/guy of your dreams and fall in love [ LITERALLY ]

`` Is haunted the right word? Haunted. *Haunted*? Nah, whatever. It does n't matter.'' 
 
 /u/xUsuSx had spent months thinking about what he was going to say, but the words were n't coming. Not as he had hoped. What he meant to say was that this chance encounter could not have been just by chance. 
 
 It started around Halloween, perhaps why the young man had blurted out `` haunted.'' He was n't a stranger to dreams, particularly the flavor that attempted to trick him into believing them to be real. Even then, this first dream was different. And, as `` first'' implies, there were others. In fact, there were many others. Each night and even some random nods off during the day, he'd find himself right back at Winslow Park, running to or from *something* when he stopped dead in his tracks and saw... 
 
 `` Yes...?'' they said /u/xUsuSx in the hopes that derailing that train of thought would lead to some manner of point. 
 
 It was just as he had seen in his dreams. Every detail was spot on. He did n't care that his shin was stinging or that his wallet was still clutched in some youth's mitt by now on the other side of the park. It did n't matter. He found what he was looking for. 
 
 `` It's you,'' he cried. `` It may sound... impossible, but I've seen you in my dreams. Every night. Some days, too. You're all I think about. We're meant to be together. I just know it. And I'm sorry if this is coming off as forward, but, if you do n't mind, would you like to grab some coffee.'' 
 
 There was pain in /u/sakanagai's face. It was just that he did n't swing that way ( and he was, in truth, supportive of that lifestyle ), he knew it would work out. He could see the joy and longing in the young man's eyes and that echoed in his voice. 
 
 Honesty, sakanagai, figured was the best policy. 
 
 `` I'm so sorry... whoever you are. I do n't go out with people who forget to tag their posts.''
