Prologue: A Dreamer
A dream was all this should have been. A miraculous, bittersweet, extraordinary dream that gripped so tightly to my heart so much so that I could barely breathe any longer. I was entranced, exuberated, apprehensive, but merely bewildered as his fingers caressed my cheek in the same display of affection I had become to accustomed to and yet this felt complete different. My flesh tingled and covered in small bumps, breath hitching, eyes closing. A feeling that I thought I could never lose myself to was the feeling that coursed through my body making everything somehow disappear.
I may be crazy, some may think a little absurd, but there was one thing I was sure about, and that was the man standing in front of me. A figment so real and so pure I could barely keep my heart from racing, my mind flushing through many different reasons why I myself would never quite be worthy enough. It wasn’t really my fault to think like this, I believe, but merely the truth of the matter. When someone as beautiful, as amazingly stunning as the man before me stood right in your grasp, you’d think of all the things wrong with you that he could easily spot.
But when you least expect it, a smirk crosses his beautiful stunning features, bright royal blue eyes staring down with the intensity of a thousand suns. Your heart cant help put patter like a horse in mid gallop, your body perspiring. I wiped my brow swiftly embarrassed as he continued to stare so intensely, scorching into my very being, and there is nothing in the world I could have possibly done to change that. Then again, for the life I me, I would never change this moment for a million dreams. For a million lifetimes even. The moment I first reached my hand out and felt his jaw line underneath my fingertips. The first time I felt his warm breath against my face… everything about him was so peculiar and yet so mystifying,
It was all so perfect, too perfect. It was always going to be too perfect in that sense. I would not denigrate it but simply accept the truth of the matter. The man before me, even in flesh and blood, was merely just a figment. A creation of my mind… and illusion of my greatest fantasy. There was no world, other then the one created in my head. No strange mishaps or even instances where life didn’t make sense… no it was all the same.
Even though he was smiling down at me, I could not bear to stare much longer as my heart throbbed unwillingly in my chest, the blood pumping so quickly that I felt like I had just run a marathon, or quite possibly suffered from a heart attack. It was easier to look away and pretend this was all really just what it was. That when I closed my eyes he would be gone, but even then he was there awaiting me in the place we first met.
For he was a dream, and I the dreamer.
