This is basically what my dreams are like, and how I feel afterwards.
There was something strangely happy about the butterflies flittering around in my stomach. His cold touch was something I had been longing for for so long and here it was, rubbing against my cheek. I smiled and looked down at my hands. I could hear myself breathing; his breaths were silent, only inches away.
Tilting my face up, his cold fingers sent another chill down my spine. His golden eyes were just as breathtaking as I always pictured. I leaned in slowly, preparing for disappointment. I felt his breath on my lips and then poof, it all disappeared. Just like it always did. I was waking up. Goodbye happiness. I wish I could say “I’ll see ya soon” but I can’t, I won’t.
I woke up crying, again, second time tonight. It was still dark outside and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I lay on my bed, eyes open, but seeing nothing. Feeling nothing. I was numb. Everything a blur, everything but my love for someone unreal. Someone too good to be true.
