I dreamt of you last night, and you know, they don’t feel like dreams, they feel like memories. Memories in which we openly Love the other. No eyes of judgment or unwell wishers
This faintly sepia-toned movie that I watched as I slept included you and me, people we both knew, strangers abound…even she was there. We were celebrating another great accomplishment you had achieved. Some big promotion at work and I was so relieved. The sweeping and the mopping are all perfectly necessary, but you deserve to move on. I’m glad you’re learning to be happy.
We sat on a couch reminiscent of clouds. My head was tired and you offered yours as solace. I shrink smaller into myself and rest my head on your right shoulder. My body was perfectly curved into yours, with no pain or discomfort.
As I lie here in this position, your scent was stronger and slightly different. Our bodies change our scent when we’re in love and attracted— betraying your unspoken words that fateful day near the mountains.
See, in this dream, I learned for certain, that you’ve cared for me all the same, even before I could have even known. What a shame. Truly abashing that we haven’t been able to share the emotion, adoration, gratitude, and well wishes to the other with peace.
So I’ll wait for you to help me make reality of this dream.