They say a ghost is supposed to be cold, as it phases through you shivers run down your spine and gives you chills.
If only it was actually like that.
Instead every time he was even near me I felt so warm, and it was the opposite of what I expected. When he is near I want to pull him close and keep him there forever, locked in his embrace. Though sadly, that seemed to be the one I wasn't allowed to do.
This all started when I had a dream about him...
His family and mine were in a brawl of some sort like Romeo and Juliet. We were destined to fight each other, but yet when we did, I couldn't finish him off. And later when no one was around he lifted me like a princess and we kissed... but of course that didn't last long. My family came around and he had to pretend to be dead. I went towards them and they looked at me, asking if he was dead and I said "He has been for awhile now." But tragically at the end of the dream, his dad came looking for me because I had pierced his son's heart with a golden arrow that could not be removed.
It ended before I got to see, but it lingered in my mind throughout the day and I wasn't sure why it had been him. He was supposed to be a ghost, someone I shouldn't care about, yet suddenly he became my world so quickly.
I saw him the next day and blood rushed to my face, a little crush had begun. I couldn't help the sudden emotion I felt for him. The feeling he have me in the dream overwhelmed my sense of reality and it felt so real and natural, like it was meant to be.
We started talking since we shared a class, more like the class across the hall, but the two combined a lot, so we saw each other more and more until every time I saw him I just wanted to stop whatever I was doing and go talk to him. Even if it was about a test of some sort, it was nice hearing his voice and seeing him talk in general. It was an uncontrollable feeling I couldn't help, like instinct telling me to just never stop interacting with him. My only problem is thinking, does he feel the same way?
If he doesn't, my emotions are useless. But if he did... Maybe there was something more than just blank talks and stares that might just mean everything to us both. I want this to last, more than the universe could ever know and the only thing that could stop either of us was doubt.
If doubt could move aside, maybe we would be able to collide and paint the sky with our collision. It would be a beautiful portrait of reds and oranges, yellows and blues, lilac that would fill our sense of love until it made us burst into more colors that no one knew existed...
But it's a wild thought. If he were to feel the same though... I'd willingly bask in his warmth until all that was left was my cold soul leaking into him.
I've always been a cold person after all, so this is foreign, but I know better than anyone else... that will get in the way.
