Dream of Me
An exaggerated version of my meeting the love of my life.
I couldn’t understand this . . . I had accepted my fate by now. I knew every piece like the palm of my hand, and he had never existed. Not then. Not now. Not ever. But somehow he was there, standing in front of me, and I didn’t even know his name.
Throughout my visions, my predictions, my dreams, I had been alone. Sitting by myself at every dance, every group date, every wedding, happily watching my favorite people fall in love.
And I was fine with that.
I never minded being alone, for I rarely felt lonely. The privacy allowed me complete concentration for my dark mind and the time to figure out what I was actually thinking.
So why did he, this stranger, change everything?
As soon as our hands embraced in a handshake, I never wanted to leave him. I was afraid to let go, afraid to be alone.
That’s when I shifted into a reverie.
The flash of his intense eyes gazing into mine lingered in my head.
Normally, I was just a shadow watching from a distance. However, like the man I was staring back at, this was different somehow. I was in this future, in the place of my potential self.
I couldn’t look away from him, nor did I want to. I didn’t need to look around to know what this scene held.
My hands covered in his, the minister’s voice became a murmur on the altar behind us. And the sharp wind felt only like a breeze against my face as I watched his eyes switched from a shocking green to a honey gold. They seemed like they were confused on which color to wear, like they wanted to show them all to me. But that confusion of his eyes felt like comfort, for I knew this only occurred whenever our skin touched.
Yet, all of this felt like a blur compared to the feeling consuming my entire being.
A contradiction, my chest was on fire, heart racing in a childish manner. But the fire was cooled with the rhythmic waves of pleasant nerves fleeing to my floating head.
Similar to my heartbeat, the sensation that caused a ridiculous smile to settle permanently on my face pulsated through me, an alarm I had to concentrate on to remember to breathe. I needed to make a conscious effort to keep my knees from giving out, and I relied on his stable stance to keep my balance.
This was fresh, and I didn’t want to move, for fear this would somehow escape. But he moved me, mind and body, toward him. Gently grabbing my neck, he pulled me into a sweet kiss. Our lips brushed, intensifying the affection I felt for him, and in his warm embrace, the “awwws” from the audience along with the rest of the world faded away.
It all felt so real . . .
Unwillingly, I came apart from my dream with a slight sigh.
I realized why the kiss had felt so real. And I didn’t want to pull away. Against my feelings, I moved back slowly.
His lips followed, causing him to stumble forward. Then, we stared at each other as we moved our faces apart.
He was so beautiful, and again, I found that I couldn’t look away. Like my vision, his eyes were deciding between colors. I remembered this meant our skin was touching, and I looked down seeing our hands still clasped in a handshake.
I abruptly pulled my hand away, and giggled nervously at the silence I had caused.
He chuckled. “Nice to meet you too.”
Apparently I had been the one to initiate the kiss.
With an uncertain smile, I managed to remember and then stutter out my name.
“Sage. My name is Sage.” I changed my smile from uncertain to beaming, proud that I had told him my name without too much embarrassment.
“Jude.” He said with the same smile I was wearing.
Behind my back, I pinched the skin on my hand.
“Amazing.” I mumbled to myself.
“Huh?” He questioned me with a smirk that made him look like he already knew.
“Nothing.” I shrugged it off with an imitation of his smirk.
I was careful to think in my head this time. Amazing. This was amazing. He was amazing.
I wasn’t in my vision anymore, but the feeling from that dreams was still with me, alive and vibrant as ever.
Suddenly, I understood what the feeling was, what it meant.
I stared at him in awe.
I was in love.
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