A distant memory sprung to my head:
I wrote about this boy before; about our different shaped figures that were never meant to compliment one another.
Now time has come and gone - with it the fleeting reminisence of a dream I once had, so many moons ago.
We never got along which was solely based on the off chemistry that comprised our personalities.
At the time being, the dream I had about this boy & me,
left me compulsively flustered and confused, all at once.
It was as if we were two completely different people nevertheless it was him and I.
The scenery is but a blurry background in the attic of my mind but the way he looked at me that night,
burned it’s image into my brain.
It was addoration and longing, for the moment we shared and the actions that were meant to be taken.
The closeness my vivid imagination had come up with - the deep blue of his eyes that raged in sync with the haze of my gaze.
His hot breath on my lips, edging ever closer to make up for the little distance that’s been left.
The way his hands seemed to capture every curve of my body, sending most pleasant shivers down my spine;
and I remember thinking that I never want to be looked at differently.
That this is the only way I want to be touched, to be felt.
I remember thinking, why of all people would my mind choose him, to make me feel this way, so loved and at ease;
like a lifeline pulling me out of my thoughts.
It makes me wonder, why I’ve forgotten a thousand dreams in a matter of minutes after consciousness grasped me again. Why I’ve forgotten so many unlived memories
Under twisted circumstances,
I’d like to find out why.
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