If i could write....

  

Sometimes In My Dreams

Dear me

Sometimes in my dreams, I visit the past that used to be a hypothetical. I walk in a world where we aren’t broken. I dream a faded memory of our story. I see us walking in the house you grew up in, you softly tell a joke in my ear about one of your childhood and we laugh.

We laid in each others arms and saw the rain pour outside. We played with our interlocked fingers and talked about the future. We were in  love. It’s been a while since things have changed. It’s like watching an old movie – everything is in a taint of classic vintage yellow.

Again-The love in your eyes as you put a spoonful rice in my mouth. The way my name sounds in your voice, asking if I like it. The soft touch of your fingers on my cheek, when I say yes. The smell of your neck as I lean forward to kiss you. The hole in my heart when I realise it was all just a dreams. 

I open my eyes and the imaginary world collapses around me. But the memory of that meeting lingers in my mind long after the night has passed. It had felt so real. I remember it just as I saw it – like an old photograph.

Dear me.............