Dreams Of the Only Girl Who Matters

The Plan

That joyful lovable laugh haunted me in my dreams. It was the laugh that I craved to hear from the one girl I had liked. I turn around to find her talking to a group of friends. I approached and put an arm around her I look at her face because I couldn't get enough of looking at it, but instead I find Cyan not my girl.  This took my by surprised and now I could hear her bitchy angry voice "What the hell are you doing? and who are you?" 

I felt like I had a hard attack. It made sense that I would mistake her from my girl from behind, because they both had frizzy awesome hair that was black but had been dyed slightly red. They were near the same height and had the same perfect skin. 

I feel my face turn into a tomato, the blood rushing to my face. I mumble incoherently and make my exit. All I could think was my misfortune of having my hope up for my girl's sudden return. But with all the forces in the world between me and her, I had tremendous amounts of doubt of any possibility in the future.

Damn Cyan's back making me think about the one girl every time I see her back. I feel as if a curse was placed upon me without my awares.

As I started to wake up from my dream a thought came to me, "Love is like a non-refundable purchase once you get it you can not give it back no matter how hard you try."

I woke up to my radio clock playing Ed Sheeran's  Galway Girl. The dream flooded my mind and the helplessness I felt so familiar consumed me. I laid their for what seemed hours with my mind on only on the girl I will probably never see again.

The lyrics " I asked her father, but her daddy said, 'No, you can't marry my daughter.' she and I went on the run, Don't care about religion" played on my radio. I recognized it as Ed Sheeran's Nancy Mulligan. The thought that stuff like this used to happen and still happen filled me with hope and all I needed was patience and a plan. With my mind resolved I got up and went about my day with a new bounce in my step.