I liked dreaming about you and me. You, just being yourself. Me just being with you.
I wanted to share stories with you, laugh with you, travel with you, fetch you from work, give you gifts, have meals with you, watch scary movies with you, and look at you while you watch our favorite sport, volleyball. But that was all about me. That was my dream. Just my dream.
I never got away until you got away. You were in my dreams and my plans. But all of those were shattered. You left on a train and never returned. And I was devastated.
Many years have passed but you are the same person. Simple and modest like you always were. You still wear those beautiful smiles! And I’d never forget those rolling eyes when I crack jokes.
One special night, we ate dinner and our favorite ice cream, and watched a movie together. How I wish the night would never end. But it did.
Now, it still feels like it was just yesterday. I thought I have moved on but it is fresh in my mind. I thought I would be happy as long as you are happy. I thought I would be fine, eventually. But all along, I was wrong.
It’s hard, nevertheless, I kissed dreaming about you and me goodbye. Not for me, but for you. I know I was not the right one for you.
Surely, I got away. But my feelings never did.
