..And Then I Woke Up

PART 1

People are talking. People are shouting, chattering, gossiping, lying but she's not listening because she's just so fucking fed up of listening to any one that's not him. She wants to hear his voice. She wants to listen to his voice. His voice is like bells chiming and birds singing and it just feels so fucking right.

She's vaguely aware of someone nudging her, then pushing her, then shoving her till she falls over but she doesn't care because all she can think about is him. She doesn't care about the jeering laugher because she knows he is there. He is not there with the jeering laughter or the lone boy in the corner. He is not there with the loud group of giggling girls or even with her - but he is there somewhere. Somewhere, he is there, living, breathing , laughing and talking and maybe - just maybe - he is thinking about her too. That's all that she cares about.

***

He stands, waiting. Waiting for something he knows will not happen, he knows will never happen, because it's simply impossible - but he still waits. Hoping that this time-for the first time- it will be different. This time he will see her. He doesn't know how many times he has stood there, waiting for the impossible.

And then she is there. For a minute he thinks it is just his mind but no she is actually fucking there and everything stops. The cars stop, his heart stops, the people stop until it's just her. The winter sunlight glimmers in her dark hair and all he wants to do is run and stroke it and tell her he loves her because he does. He loves her more than words can express because she's so fucking perfect.

***
He's there. He's there, standing in front of her and she wants to laugh and scream and cry and talk and laugh. She wants to hold him tight and never let him go because she can never turn back now. She can never turn back to before- but she doesn't want to go back, or forward - she wants now. She wants to go and kiss his perfect lips now and feel butterflies now and tell him she loves him now.

And so she does. She kisses him and he tastes like rainwater and love and it feels so fucking perfect because he's so fucking perfect. He holds her tight and tells her what he should have done before but it doesn't matter about before because this is now and he loves her and she loves him and

then I woke up and got depressed because I have no love life whatsoever.