I saw your van pull up in front of my house and my heart skipped a beat. I watched as you got out of the van wondering why you were here. I raced to the door to let you in and greet you with a smile. You slowly started to smile back and make your way into the house. Now that you were finally here I wondered if I would be able to stand. Now that I hear your voice would I be able to speak? I am paralyzed to the floor as you walk by and put your hat and your hair brush on the dining room table. You came back over to me and greeted me. I wanted to talk but I had no voice and I couldn't even remember any words. As you stand before you now, can I even look at you? Can I memorize your face like I have so many times before? For a long time nothing happened. My breath was heavy and the air I breathed fell hard upon my lungs. The world was spinning and my feet were glued to the floor, my knees went weak until I could barely stand at all. Minutes passed and I didn't want to ever have to leave this moment. Suddenly everything that had existed before seemed dead around me and I finally felt alive inside of me. Unable to move I stood before you listening to you breathe and watching every single move you made. You motioned me to follow you out the door as you put your hat back on and grabbed your hair brush but my body was frozen. I tried to walk but I stumbled until finally I caught my balence and followed you out of my house. We got in the van and the whole way sat in complete silence. I couldn't believe what was happening. Was my biggest dream I place upon the stars every night about to come true? Was my biggest wish engraved on every penny I've thrown in a well about to be granted? After about an hour we came to Lake George which had never looked so beautiful in my whole life. I remembered well the last time I had been here. You had come with me and my family back when we were together. It had been your first time and you and I had sat side by side on an hour boat ride, so in love. I was jerked back to the present when you opened the van door and got out. I followed right after you. For a long time we just walked around Lake George in silence until you stopped walking and looked into my eyes for the first time today.
"I've missed you." You whispered.
"I've missed you too." I answered, my voice shaking as I spoke.
Then you spoke the words that I had been longing to hear every time I checked my e-mail, every time the phone rang, every time you had crossed my mind. You looked into my eyes and said, "I want to be with you again."
Tears of joy clouded my eyes and poured down my cheeks like rain falling from the sky. You moved closer to me and held me in a gentle embrace. "I want to be with you again too, I love you." I replied softly, holding you tight.
"I love you too." You said almost in tears yourself. You took my hand and we walked hand in hand through Lake George. My emptiness I had felt inside for so long was poisoned with happiness and joy. The definition of happiness was painted like a portrait deep in my heart, resting inside my soul. To be able to be with the person, who was the love of my life, again was the greatest gift I ever could of recieved. My whole world was there beside me, tangible. Slowly we walked admiring the beauty around us. Standing beside the lake we held each other and our lips touched kissing each other with the pent up passions and desire we had been keeping bottled up inside us for so long. I was in heaven, in a sort of paradise that I never wanted to leave. I held you close to me, closing my eyes, never wanting to let go. Opening my eyes I wake up and realize I am holding nothing, you are not here. It was just a dream........
Its beautiful.. hardly have the words to say how much.
I know exactly what this feels like, and even if I hadn't, this would have taught me.
ive had a similar dream
This reminds me of a frequently reoccurring dream of my own...I love the word play...keep writing and never stop...
Your words touched me deep...
Son't worry that it was only a dream, sometimes dreams are just the other version of reality.
Keep writing,
Maysoun