Life in Color (Lesbian)

I'll Make You Happy

                I pulled away a bit so I could look at her better. “You what?”

                She chuckled quietly and said, “I had those dreams. Only I remembered everything.”

                I bit my lip and then whispered, “Tell me about them. I could never remember them; I just remember how I felt.”

                She smiled and pulled me to her again. “And how was that?”

                How could I explain that feeling? How does one explain love? I opened my mouth and then closed it, then opened it again. Finally I just said, “Like I was happy. Like the world was good and I was warm and safe. They were all different. Some left me wanting something more, like when you stop kissing me and I can’t think of anything I’d want to do more than pull you back to my lips. Others left me content, warm, just happy.”

                “They were nice. I remembered how your arms felt around me and how blue your eyes are. I loved everything about those eyes. I loved your hair. I loved your lips. And the hollow of your throat.” Her fingers traced their way to that spot and I closed my eyes. “I loved everything. I remembered everything. They were wonderful. You would hold me tightly when we watched movies, you’d hold my hand in the hallways, and in more intense and…physical moments I could see your skin glisten with sweat. It was all different.”

                I was jealous she remembered the dreams. All I had wanted was to remember them. Would things have been different if I could remember them? Maybe. Probably. “I want to make them all come true.” I whispered.

                “I don’t know. There were others I think you’d hesitate about.” I opened my eyes to see her looking down at her feet.

                I lifted her chin up and smiled. “All of them. Tell me about the ones you think I’d hesitate about. Trust me Erica, I want every one of those dreams you loved to come true.”

                She blushed a deep red and said, “Ash, I don’t know…I mean, I know you think you want to make them come true for me, but some of them are a bit much for now.” She murmured.

                “Okay, well just tell me about them. I won’t promise anything about them. I won’t say anything about them. They’re just dreams, and if they come true, they come true. If not, then it’s alright. They’re only dreams Erica. I want to make you happy, but in our own time.”

                She chewed her lip in thought and then said, “I walked out of a little room, and there you were. Down an aisle in this suit with this…smile. Link was standing behind you I think. I walked to you and I remember looking down at myself as I walked up. I was in this fancy white dress with flowers in my hand and I felt scared…and so happy at the same time.”

                “A wedding?” I couldn’t tell if I wanted to smile or not.

                “Yes.” She didn’t look at me. “Want to hear anymore?”

                “Always.” I whispered back.

                “We were older of course, and there was a little boy, couldn’t have been more than four, running around in a living room. You were in a kitchen with blue cabinets and I was at the island waiting for you to finish breakfast. Just…stuff like that.” She was so quiet I could barely hear her.

                “A kid?” I couldn’t hold back a huge smile. “You dreamt of us having a kid?”

                “Yeah. It’s stupid, I know. Just a dream.” She pulled away from me and started to walk away. I didn’t want to watch her go. I wanted her to stay in my arms for as long as possible.