Meant To Be

I opened up the door and walked inside. Art museums were definitely my favorite places to go. The room was pretty full and there was people taking pictures of the art and others that were just admiring it. I went over to the painting that I wanted to see and stood in front of it. This was truly beautiful. The way the colors blended together, it was perfect. I took out my phone to take a picture of it and snapped a photo.
"Come one babe, let's go see that one." The girl next to me pulled her boyfriend to the painting.
"Okay okay. I'm coming." That voice sounded extremely familiar. I turned around to see a curly headed boy. Everything stopped. Everything felt slower. I looked at him and everything came flying back. I knew exactly who that was. He looked up at me and said something.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"I said you dropped your keys."
"Oh, thanks." I bent down to pick them up.
"No problem." They walked away.
"Wait!" I said. "Uh can I talk to you?"
"Hello! I'm right here." His girlfriend said.
"I know it'll be quick. I promise." She rolled her eyes as he came over to me.
"Uh, did you need something?"
"Yahya, this is going to sound crazy but I need to tell you something."
"How do you know my name?" He asked.
"I had a very vivid dream last night."
"What was it about, this dream?"
"It was a dream of all the memories we had together."
"Memories?"
"Yes, from the day we met at the pool to where you almost died in that explosion a few days ago."
"What are you talking about?"
"I feel like this is all a dream, ya know? Because I know you. And I can see that you have bags under your eyes. Something's wrong. You're the type of person that can sleep through wars. This is so crazy because it couldn't have just been a dream. There's no way. It's not possible."
"But what if it was?" He asked.
"No it's not. There's no way. Everything happened, I felt all of it." I looked down. "Who's the girl?" I asked.
"My girlfriend. We've been together for almost a year and a half." My heart broke.
"I feel like I'm in the wrong world. Because I don't belong in a world where we don't end up together." I shook my head. "I don't. Gosh that sounds like a bad hallmarks card." I laughed.
"Don't make this a joke." He shook his head.
"I never used to believe in love. I didn't. But now I think life isn't real without it. There are parallel universes out there where this didn't happen. Where we're still together." Tears formed in my eyes and I could tell a few were in his too. I walked over to the painting of the galaxy. "You don't even like Pixar movies and you still have an aol account. I don't wanna be with someone like that." I turned around to look at him. "Why does it feel so impossible to let you go?"
"This has to be some kind of joke right?" He asked me.
"Yahya, I'm telling you. I know you and I love you. I know that your best friend died in a car accident. I know that you have a brother and one sister and I know that you don't believe in love. I also know that you don't like to cry in front of people because it makes you look week and you hate peanut butter."
Everything was staticky again. The people became blurry and the paintings changed colors.
"No no no!" I yelled but it was too late.
I was no longer in the museum. I was home in my bed with Yahya by the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"This is just a dream Haneen."
"No it's not. I'm not dreaming. This can't be real." I practically yelled.
"Calm down. Let's talk."
I took a deep breath. "Do you remember any memories we had together?"
He shook his head. "Nope. Sorry."
"I want to kiss you but I feel like if I do than I'll wake up. And I don't want to lose you."
"Why don't you test that out."
"I'm scared." I whispered.
"Don't be." He leaned in. As soon as our lips touched everything went staticky and black. Only this time I didn't wake up. It was different. He wasn't with me. It was all in my head.

"Haneen, it's time to take your medicine." A young nurse came my way.
I looked down and my hands were wrinkly.
"Ann, how old am I?"
"Seventy two. Did you have that dream again."
I shook my head. "Yeah I did."
"It's okay, here take your medicine so you can feel better."
"What's wrong with me."
"You have Alzheimers. You still think of that boy you were with when you were younger."
"Will he ever come back to me Ann?" I asked her.
"Maybe one day. I think if two people are meant to be, they eventually will find their way back."
"Thanks Ann, means a lot. I think I'm going to get some rest, this is all too much."
"Okay, good night."
"Ann, we have a new patient in room 293. His name is Yahya." Some lady yelled across the room.
"On my way!"
My eyes shot open. It couldn't be.
I guess maybe Ann was right after all. I closed my eyes and dreamed about him for the millionth time. I couldn't help but sleep with a smile on my face.