My Short Stories

Do You Want To Keep Dreaming

I dreamt of her. The one halfway across the world, the girl with all of my memories that keeps my heart chained to the floor mercilessly with her kindness.

In this dream, everything was green, and a perfect temperature. I found myself on a lawn of some sorts, in a more rural area. There was no sound as I turned, and saw her short brown hair against her pale skin and gentle freckles. I can't seem to remember much of what she looks like anymore. I slowly began to walk toward her, my steps changing from heavy to feather-light as I paced into a run toward her. I threw myself into her, embracing her. It was the warmest embrace. The feeling of it is beginning to disappear. She remembers me still and knows me only as a friend, unaware of how I now feel. As I grinned ever so happily, I kissed her cheek. Portraying my feelings in the gentlest of ways. She embraced me, still in her friendly way, and we stood like that for awhile before the dream continued into action, some sort of assassin story, it seemed. But now. I wanted to keep dreaming. I wanted. I wanted to see her again. I want her back. I want to keep. Keep dreaming. Because I know she's already moved forward and forgotten me. I know. I know so, please. Please. Please. I want to keep on dreaming. Dreaming of that moment that never existed. Please.