The Dream, The Life, The Real Deal.
2007-09-29 - 4:43 p.m.
I never thought myself the one to map the constellations, but when they're swimming in my eyes like algae in ocean water, I can't help but stare.
You're so beautiful, so lovely, and everything I handled once upon a time was doomed to break into a thousand-million pieces, only to be skirted under the rug, but now, I hold you in the highest esteem, and I'll cushion the fall if need be. I'll be your insulator if the push comes to shove. I want to be everything to you that you are to me.
I had another dream last night, one I didn't tell you about. It was me dreaming with my eyes open because everyone knows me to be a dreamer. I saw the whispy blonde bangs falling into eyes of emerald with gold flecks, with whispers of gold, and he stared at me, open-mouthed. You held him in your arms as he wrapped his fist around my finger. We smiled down at him, my arm wrapped around your waist, as you bounced, helping him to sleep, helping him to smile serenely. Love coated through and through. You'd look over at me wordlessly, the same glance of love I saw so many years ago painted there. It was our future fast-forwarded, but it didn't make me dizzy at the rapid rate for it felt like just a glimpse, not a sped up, fun-house VHS gone on berserk.
We were in love, we were every cliché without ever conforming to the mold. We were beautiful, radiant, radiating what? Love, of course.
The air was veiled in it. The air was cloaked in it. We could have swum through it, had we worn the proper attire. Love was the soupy fog, which mirrored in our lenses and multiplied in our gazes.
I am absolutely certain that this girl I hold in my arms to sleep at night is the girl I want to spend forever with, and anything else is just a fluke.
Me.