I wish for love so dear that the thought of losing him would be excruciating pain for my body, mind and soul. Because I doubt if it would be love otherwise.
— Janice Collins
She stretched her arms forward on the table hoping for his. All she felt was cold hard rock glass and emptiness.
She was an independent girl who loved her freedom and loved her own company. She was one of those people who won’t get bored when they are by themselves in a new city, instead she enjoyed the adventure of finding new ways to her new place, trying out new food joints that served weirdest food combinations. She never mind walking by herself after work and dancing to the top 10 EDM songs on her own. She loved all of these.
Once in a while she would get lonely though, wondering if she is ever going to feel the warmth of another person. If she is ever going to wake up in the morning with a lovely man staring at her thinking how did he get so lucky. She always felt one end of the bed cold and lonely. She missed being in love, being loved and loving someone. She had this constant fight going on in herself where one half of her tells her everything is perfect and she was happy which she really was but there was this other half of her telling she has all that love inside her but no one to care for in that special way.
She doesn’t know what to do with all those voices in her head. She might end up going crazy. Or she might already has. Who knows!
It was a cold night. She had been working for hours now. As she was done with all of her work she realized that it’s 2 am in the morning and she needs to get her beauty sleep for tomorrow’s big presentation for her work. As always she brushed her teeth got into her comfy PJs and her fluffy socks. These were the things that would keep her cozy and calm through this hard time she was in. Before she knew she had fell asleep.
She was all dolled up in her favorite floral dress with her nude pumps and the black lather backpack which he had gifted her from his first salary. She had kept her hair open with big curls falling over her shoulder just the way he liked them. And she had made sure she doesn’t forget to bring his favorite cookies made by her mom.
As she reached to the cafe she saw him waiting for her on the same table they had their first date. He looked so handsome even after all these years. As she reached the table and joined him she felt a weird feeling in her stomach. There was something wrong. She was feeling restless all of a sudden. He was looking at her but it seemed like he couldn’t see her. As she reached out to his hand to ask if everything was fine, she found it impossible to reach him. Was she disappearing? It seemed like she was. Her voice was fading away.
Suddenly he got up and hugged a girl who appeared from God knows where. She was dusky tall girl with long black hair tied in a braid. It was her. The one with whom he fell in love with when he was still hers. Her head was spinning and aching so much. It seemed too much for her to handle. She heard a scream escape out of her mouth and when she opened her eyes she was in her bed.
It was the same dream. Again. He visits her. Again.