illusion.
The first time I saw you, I didn’t really recognise you. You waved at me but I didn’t know you. I waved regardless, and I asked you “Excuse me, who are you?”. You said that you were the man in my dreams.
Confusion. Horror. Shock. “Are you serious? ” You say “Yes, I’m Aestraeus from your dreams”
“But how-?”
“We can be together now. Perhaps we can have a family. We may even love each other with no boundaries and make love to each other and never stop to”
Perplexed I look at you and I get even more confused. What are you talking about? I don’t remember seeing you in my dreams. “You’re not joking with me, right?”
“No, I’m not. Wait, let me show you. Give me your hand.”
Hesitating I give you my hand. And as soon as you touch my skin, I wake up.
I look around me. I’m in my room. With no Aestraeus and I realise it was all a dream.
i want to feel the tingles of electricity shoot up my arm when you touch my hand; a simple act, that holds so much meaning. i want to feel the flutter my heart makes in its cage, as my name rolls off your tongue; the way you make it sound as if it’s the most beautiful word. i want my head to spin as the world around us begins to fade away, the moment your lips gently press onto mine; each passionate kiss carved into my memory. i want the love that causes a shiver throughout my body at the mere thought of you; the one that will soon make me fall apart without you. but, here i am, sitting alone in a crowded room, wondering if i’ll ever experience a type of love as ultimately consuming as that.
A.R. {the type you read about in novels}