The other night, before I went to sleep, I felt you with me.
It freaked you out, how was this real?
From your knowledge we were thousands of miles apart.
Yet you woke, and I was with you.
Now that I remember, I called to you
My hand touched my chest where my heart beat softly.
Thoughts of you crossed my mind the other night.
These thoughts retrieved my insecurity about you.
After I calmed you, you realistic tense was made known.
Conscious? How could we communicate when we were across the sea?
Then, you felt it, my anxiety.
Suddenly, you wanted to calm it. You wanted to put me at ease.
When you spoke, you were full of doubt but you gained confidence to reassure me.
Why was I insecure about you, you wondered?
A small laugh met my lips.
It's the unknown knowledge of how you feel/think about me that won't allow my mind to rest.
This amused you and you parted your lips to make a comment.
Quickly, I held my hand up.
"Even if I feel that you're telling me the truth, I will still need to hear you say it in a face-to-face conversation." I say.
You reassure me that this remark will be granted but you still wanted to speak you mind.
Part of me wanted to decline you but I knew better than to not listen.
"I've always considered us a possibility." You say and I can't help but doubt myself.
"I've always been open to the idea of us." Your words float between us.
"You doubt me." You realize.
I know that I can't hide what I'm thinking.
Instead, I say, "I need to hear you say it."
Face-to-face confrontation will eventually happen, we both know.
"But 'knowing' without having a concrete memory attached to it isn't exactly 'liable' I explain.
"Then you better explain this when we talk." You comment.
I can't help but smile. I'll do my best." I say and you feel our connection dwindle.
For a moment, I feel that you didn't want me to go but the thought made you feel silly.
As you face me, I bite my bottom lip.
All at once I am closer to closure yet, the doubt is strong.
I lay there that night.
The next morning, I will wake to the dream of you.
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About The One I've Always Wanted.
4.24.19.
Inspired by 'Blurred Lines' written by Daninfinity22. Written in 'To All My Stars'.
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PoetryA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.