My Dream

My Dream

 

It had just rained, everything was wet, yet beautiful; had a realistic touch. She was standing across the street. My eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to look at me. But she didn’t. I knew that it would no longer occur unless it was another “ME”.

 

As for me, I did not imagine another “HER”, because she and I looked perfect the way we were. I walked towards her, feeling the urge to talk to her as always, yet I knew I couldn't change what had happened a few days ago.

 

The scars of my words were visible on her face. As I came closer, she looked away from me and decided to look ahead, aimlessly. I stopped to stare at her, without knowing what to say.

 

How is this happening? I wondered. Nervous? It was rare for me, to be ignored by her. Tensed, I greeted her with a half smile. But she looked right through me. I was confused, about what to do or what to say?

 

Her eyes had answered my questions and she turned around sharply. I grabbed her hand and with all my strength opened my mouth to say a single word:

“FORGIVENESS”.

 

“FORGIVENESS,”

I repeated.

 

She turned and decided to leave, but this time I had my arms surrounding her, holding her tight. She resisted only to give up with a sigh and rested her chin on my shoulder.

 

I wanted the time to stop; all the time that was lost without her was recovered this way. Embracing her, as if nothing had ever happened, though I knew that something had happened but I decided to forget it, for at least while we hugged.

 

I said again,

“FORGIVENESS”.

She nodded and smiled. And, it started raining again.

 

I woke up, to realize that it was just a dream; feeling a sharp pain in my heart, the same pain which I had caused her. I thought to myself, “It pains to admit that you are not with me. I need you, because my dream is you.”

 

I decided not to sleep and wait for the sun to rise; to wait till I make my “Dream Come True”.