Thoughts

My Love

Im a hopeless romantic.
I love love
I want love
I can't wait to meet my love

I put my hand out to the window and watched as we passed by the trees. The song kiss of life by sade played on the radio as my mom drove down the backroad.

I slowly closed my eyes while my ears began to ring with the sweet sound of love.

My vision started to become fuzzy. Closing my eyes would usually lead to everything going black with small purple and green spurges. This time it was white. then I saw it

I was on a highway. An empty one that resembled the highway we would take when on the way to florida. I was in a convertible. A blue old looking convertible, from the 90s or something.

My hand was in the same position, outside of where the window would've been if the roof of the car was attached.

I look to my side and I see...him.

A boy who looked to be 3 years older. He had umber brown skin with black curly hair. His eyes were hazel and he wore glasses that perfectly fit his face. He looked innocent and sweet.

I faced toward him a little as he let go of the wheel facing toward me with the same facial expression. Aside from him letting go of the wheel, the car steadily drove on.

before i could utter the words 'who are you' I had gotten a weird feeling. I knew him. I knew exactly who he was, his presence was so familiar. This boy was unrecognizable for me. I have never seen him, and he has never seen me. Yet I know exactly who he is, and he knows who i am.

Each other's love.

"Where are you from? Where do you live now? What do you like to do?"

I frantically asked.

He mouthed words to me that I could not understand. I felt like I was in a soundproof room. I couldn't hear any words he had said, and from his facial expression he couldn't hear mine either.

We both spoke louder and louder hoping to break this invisible wall with our screeches of questions.

We had given up after a while. sitting there confused yet content. He simply smiled at me while i looked at him in confusion.

though, somehow the smile was enough. The smile spoke more words than he could have. The smile spoke to me stating words i wanted to hear.

"this was enough. Although you can not speak, seeing your face uttered every word i would like to hear. Although i'm not sure of your name, going by 'my love' will do just fine. This didn't go the way i imagined, but this was enough."

I smiled back.

I didn't want to let go. He gave me a feeling i had never felt before. He filled that space thag i longer for since i was a girl. The little girl who was supposed to be a princess saved by her prince was now jumping up and down in my chest making my heart thump faster and faster.

I didn't want to let go! So i didn't. I held his hands as tight as I could and he did the same. we held on to each other, until it all faded. It became blurry then he was gone.

He was gone.

I woke up and my mother asked if i was okay. She said i drifted off and fell asleep. I replied saying that I was fine. Was it just a dream or was this person real? I wanted to slip back under and see him again.

I assumed I never would.

Nine years later we meet. This time at a local coffee shop. We both dropped our coffee that day when we came face to face, which the janitor called us stupid in her language for. Still our favorite memory. It was unbelievable.

It wasn't a dream.

We have three kids and are in a ranch style home.

Every time i see him I still get that feeling that i got in the old blue convertible. My heart thumps and i feel weak. Like he is coming to swoop me off of my feet everytime.

I got the answers to my questions. He was from Miami Florida, now living in Houston Texas with me and the family, and what does he like to do? Well he likes to treat me like i have never been treated. The way i longed for. He likes to love me. Love me for me.

That time that we grabbed hands in the convertible is similar to what we still do now. Our hands speak a language that only we understand. He likes to call it the language of the palms like Isabelle and Giselle from the book untwine.

I can't explain my love for him
it's too overwhelming for words
what can i say, im a hopeless romantic.
I love love.

Alissa and Joel  believe that God showed them each other in that dream for a reason. Without the dream, who knows if they would have recognized each other in that coffee shop? They would have passed by each other. Simply leaving behind the love of their life.