I have known you for years. We started out as friends, had a little play-time and are now friends again. I did not mean to fall in love, I tried to fight it for as long as I could but in the end it made no difference. You have told me that you love me as well but not in a romantic way, just as a really good friend. Yet, I never hear from you anymore. Sure, if I text or call you I’ll get a breif reply but normally I hear nothing.
Still, in my dreams I can see you, hold you in my arms again. An example would be last night. I was having a terrible dream, one that wakes me too many times in a cold sweat. I felt your hands on my head, telling me it was okay, to let it go. Then I could see you, smell the perfume of your hair, feel the softness of your skin. I knew I was still dreaming but the effect was profound. I awoke this morning with a smile, feeling well rested for the first time in weeks. I could still feel your touch on my skin. The oddest thing was I did not think of you before sleeping. I had not really given much thought to you at all yesterday yet there you were in my dream.
I know we will never be. That there will never be another time like the one we shared before. I would give anything however to hold you in my arms just one more time, to fall asleep with your head snuggled on my chest. To wake with you still in my arms. Anything more would be paradise before dying.
Yet all I am left with are dreams.