What I remember most was a feeling a very pure familiar feeling that sometimes I miss.
He was beautiful. Long brown hair and deep brown eyes. The funny thing is I never even
thought of brown eyes being this beautiful, just more of an average color.
But on him they might as well have been green or blue because looking into his eyes
was like, he was memorizing my soul and everything in between. I could see myself in his eyes
and in his eyes I couldn't have been more perfect. I loved the way I looked in his magical eyes.
We had met through a friend and it definetly seemed awkward. We didn't have much in common
I being 30 and him being only 26 or 27 really kind of put me off anyway, because going for younger guys have never turned out well. We talked a bit and soon met again. Nothing special no fancy dinners, just some friends getting together.Usually at their apartment where him and his brother were roomates.
I met him through his older brother. Who looked nothing like him other then the long hair. He was blonde blue eyed 29 year and had one of the best sense of humors his personality would just draw you into him.
After meeting a few times. I really began to care about the guy. He seemed to feel the same. But some how we weren't even starting to enter that honey moon phase of a relationship.
We were sitting on the couch talking one evening. His brother was there entertaining us with his amusing and light hearted stories. When we had a moment alone. I asked him what's wrong? Why did he seem so distant. Perhaps he wasn't interested in seeing me anymore. We had never slept together or sealed the deal. He looked at me and said "I don't know you seem kind of, he paused seeming to look for the right word." just cold inside. I tried to think of why he felt like that. But the truth is I'm not very affectionate. I've been hurt so many times. It's almost impossible to let someone in or open up to them.
I did the only thing I could think of doing. I jumped on top of him and hugged him cheek to cheek his skin was so soft and I can remember his smell. He wasn't wearing any cologne so it was just his wonderful smell that was so intoxicating. I squeezed him sooo tight. All I remember is his brother walking towards us saying something. But then it was like the universe opened up and swallowed us. The picture everything went blurry until we weren't even there anymore. We were young say like 13 he lived close to me and I was over his house everyday playing building things. He was always so sweet to me. I remember our first kiss. It was cute but short. Soon after we were 15 and very much in love. This person was so inspiring to be around. But mostly I remember making out with him. Kissing his smooth sweet lips he is definetly by far the best kiss I ever had. Making out with him was just amazing his saliva had this slightly sweet taste. Like if you have ever had a drink of pure mountain water and its so clear and crystal clean but you get the subtle hint of natural sweetness. That's the only way I can describe it. As horny teenagers we made out often and I on more then a few occasions wanted to go all the way. But him and his level head wanted to wait.
It wasn't that he didn't want to but the longer we waited the more special it would be. What I remember most about this boy is how he made me feel. I knew how much he loved me and he truly didn't have eyes for anyone else. This boy even being younger then me was very tall medium build. So dreamy. My attraction for him could barley contain itself. It got to the point where I hated being around other people with him because I just wanted to cuddle and kiss him all the time.
But just as it started it ended. We were back on the couch in the apartment. His brother looked down at us his eyes huge and amazed holy crap!! What was that! Right then I knew he had seen the whole thing. All the memories that never really exsisted the brother had seen. As for him he just smiled like maybe he was the one who took us there? But before another thought or word could come out I needed to go back. So I grabbed him and held on and this time he kissed me as we fell back into the past. We were sitting in the back of a truck trying to herd farm animals in.
His father was part owner of a farm. They didn't live on it. But they went back constantly to take care of the animals. I was in love with horses. which is really weird because truly I find them ok. But also very allergic to them. But not in this story. Because it was like I wasn't even me.
He brought on the truck a miniature pony and I was over joyed. He had gotten me a pony.
He knew how I loved them he was this beautiful grey and spotted mix. I don't remember what I named him even.
Some time fast forwarded and it was almost like we were stuck in a VCR. My parents were goiong to send me to a private school. I had been lying to him. Saying it is somewhere here in Georgia but it was actually a few states away. I sat next to him. I looked at him softly and said your going to be mad at me. Why? he asked. Because I'm not going to school here. He didn't say anything. I told him where I was going to be going. I was upset and began to cry. He told me to calm down and held me. Its not like its for ever and its not on the other side of the world.
Before I left to school we did finally make love. It was magical and romantic.
Then I woke up.
I woke up missing him. I wanted to lay down and try to get back to the dream but I had to use the bathroom. When I got back I knew if I went back to sleep I wouldn't find him again.
I loved him so much in a short maybe hour of a dream. So I came to write about him.
You may have notice he didn't have name. It's because he never gave it to me and I never asked. I guess I didn't need one. I didn't know his brothers either. I don't have many facts some how I knew our ages at the beginning of the dream and during the dream when falling backwards.
The only part of the story I got was we lived in Georgia. The saddest part isn't that I didn't know his name, because I didn't have to. The saddest part is I will most likely never see him again.
