Loud Silence

Just a Dream

I was lying in my bed late at night. Imagining of things I've never seen. Things I've never felt, never touched, never heard. The ever impossible dream.

I was there talking to him. But he just stared at me like he haven't known me. He is a bit blurry. No matter how I fill the space between us, I can't seem to view his real image. It was a product of my fantasies tho. I stared back trying to figure out if he recognized me.

I remembered the stories we've shared. The moment I ever cherished are those times we had deeply knowing and understanding each other. We used to converse like we had known each other for years. We had this deep connection... Or so I thought.

She had him. He loved her. He talked to her. He laughed and smiled and giggled because of her.

I know she was there beside him while I was from a distance. She had seen the tenderness of his eyes directly looking at her. She had felt his sincerity through the strokes of his gentle touch. She had heard the truth from his masculine voice.

My thoughts were wandering and I was trying to discover the mystery of his being. I closed my eyes and my mind processed those images of them. It was from the past. It was their story and I can't help myself but envy what they had. Jealous of what they've been through.

Being with him could only happen in my imagination. While they had their story in reality.