i was in a church with you; in a room, which you can get to only by climbing those high stairs at the end of the aisle, which you’ve always wondered where they lead to.
It was the mos beautiful room. A small, round one, which felt like it was designed only for one, to go there and talk to god. I know we haven’t been religious for most of our lives, but I swear, this room, it made you feel a presence. This small surface was surrounded not by walls, but by windows framed with beautifully engraved wood pieces. The light, itdidn’t feel like the sun, It felt brighter and warmer somehow intentional, like it was intentionally brought into this room; as if someone was sending this light towards us to let us know of his presence.
You were lying in your back in the wooden floor. You looked like you were sleeping. I came closer and sat right beside you. I was holding your head and leaning in for a kiss. Like always, the kiss felt like home, but you didn’t. I was looking for a heartbeat, a sign that you were there. I couldn’t hear or feel one. That beautiful room and sight suddenly became nothing to me. I was only hoping you would wake up. While watching you and crying, i laid next to you, thinking how you were there but also somewhere else. I felt the need to find you. I needed your warmth, your love. I needed to know you’re fine, but i couldn’t.
I woke up crying. i can’t lose you. Not now, not ever. If there is a god who will take you away from me then i don’t want to follow him. That dream was the most intensive emotion i’ve ever felt in the worst way possible. When death does us part, i hope I’ll be the first to go.
Promise me you will stay by my side forever till’ then.