It all started out with a dream of him. Met him at some arts center, after a long hiatus, got connected there and then and started chatting. He asked what sort if guy i wanted, he'll intro. I told him someone good looking with a lean body. But within, my mind screamed i wanted him ever so badly. Eventually broken down and confessed. He cried as well and said he'll make it work. The ending though was as always. It didn't.
couldn't resist and texted him to see how's he's doing. One thing led to another and in the end i told him about the dream. Have to admit i planned on it after i started to text him.
Him: till now, there's still a place in my heart for you... maybe both of us were young in the past
Me: Don't really know what to say. Could never really forget you all these years. Pathetic eh. Yet on the other hand we try and fail.
The 1st point that hit me wasn't about him, the pain or anything like that but that even in my dreams, there has to be a reality check in there. Like dreams are meant to be illogical. That's why they're dreams. Mine generally works that way but somehow/somewhere along the way, reality strikes. Ain't the first time.
2nd. I kind of believe we do still have mutual feelings for each other, but i also believe that we'll never be able to get our act together. So it's a tragedy in its own.
Right now, i do miss his voice. I do miss the way he ruffled his hand through my hair the last time we met. I do want hug him and I do recall so many flashbacks we had. But we all know the reality of it. Nothing will come out of it.
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