Dreams (don't) come true.

Based on the events that have happened in my life lately, I'm not sure if dreams come true or not.
Today I woke up crying. Why? Because I had the most beautiful dream and, unfortunately, I woke up to realize that it wasn't true. How I wish it was!
He was there, only two feet away from me, and then came closer to hug me, and tell me that he had missed me. Words that, obviously, he wouldn't have said to me in real life.
How awful is that? How come that people change so drastically that you only come to realize it later, when you need them the most. When they're not there.
This is one of those sweet dreams that will never come true. Apparently, dreams are meant to stay that way: Dreams.