Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)

Real

I thought I was able to contain my feelings now.
The hard hitting sadness that comes with videos, audios, pictures, documentaries...
I thought that at this point I could stop the emotions before they happened.
But you can't control what happens in your sleep.
When the dreams attack you in your most vulnerable moments.
When in those dreams I saw him as he was before.
Smiling, laughing, caring, free... true.
Not scared or paranoid or so doped up he doesn't know who he is.
When I woke up crying and still haven't stopped, at first I didn't even know why but as the tears kept rolling I realized it because he was real in those few small precious moments where I was so close I could feel him and look up and catch a glimpse in those caring brown eyes and catch that little smile.
Now that I'm awake I realize that he sure isn't real anymore.
The thing about dreams is they are so real!
Even though I sometimes realize I'm dreaming in the dream I still try to take it for all it's worth while I'm by his side.
I still haven't stopped crying,
I wonder if I ever will.
If the wrong person read about my dreams they might think I'm crazy but I'll tell them what it's like.
This is what it's like, wanting to just be near something that's gone forever.
This is what it's like to be so attached to something that no longer exists.
I hate these dreams but they're all Ive got.