In Love with a Stranger - Part One
I fell in love with a stranger. A total, complete stranger. It sounds shallow, I know but... this is different. I didn't fall in love for his looks, which is usually what I know people would presume when one says they've fallen in love with stranger. But I didn't.
I don't want you to be worried or creeped out but... Gosh, I can't believe I'm about to share this.
I've always enjoyed my isolation aka how single I was, my solitary fortitude, you could say. Always have and probably always will. I've accepted the fact that I may never find someone for me and I was totally okay with it.
But lately, I've been having dreams this guy in it. Every dream felt so surreal, sometimes when I just woke up, I wonder if it had really been a dream. He was so sweet and he loved horrible jokes and holding my hand and he had this loud laugh that bounced of walls and make my heart thump against its cage. He had wonderful eyes and a wide smile, the look of adoration every time he looked at me and I felt special.
But I didn't know who the hell he was.
They said that the people in your dreams are people you've already seen in real life but this was impossible. He was too perfect, or maybe I made him so. I've fallen in love with my own character in my head. It was sad and pathetic.
In these dreams, he'd hold my hand tight until I woke up and his touch faded, laying it down gently on my side as if it's always been there. Since then, I yearned the touch of his hand before I go to sleep. It was creepy and crazy and just downright weird. I didn't know this persons actual face, just hazy images. I didn't know his name, not a single clue.
He was a complete stranger from my dreams and I fell in love with him.
Maybe he was a guy I've seen from town or the mall or something. I don't know and I don't think I ever will.
