I Dream Of Love

I had a dream last night. I met someone. A stranger. We talked and laughed like two peas in a pod. We simply clicked. There was a longing feeling as If I’ve waited for him my entire life. I felt like we were similar. I felt like he was the male version of me. I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I know it would end just as fast as it started. And true enough, he was gone. He didn’t just disappear.

He left me.

He left although I know he didn’t want to. Just like what I always did. He left early before even giving it a chance. He left as soon as he saw one small thing that could make him uncomfortable. He was looking for that one small thing all these time. That one small thing that could make him turn his back before he gets hurt. One small thing. A very small thing that is not even meant to make people go away but enough to scare someone off of the possible future pain. As I watch him say goodbye, I can already see the pain. I know he felt the same way I did. But he still left. I could see it in his eyes. I know he didn’t want to go. I felt the heaviness in his heart as he take those steps away from me. As he turned his back one last time, I could see he wanted to be with me. But he was afraid. Afraid to jump into something too good to be true. He knew he would get hurt in the future. He doesn’t want pain. That dream made me feel how to meet someone like me. It was bitter. No sweetness to it. Just another memory that would fade in time.

Sometimes I dream about love. I wonder how it would feel like. Then, reality just hits me. I don’t think I can handle something so grand like love.