A dream that could have been real
I often dream about what could have been. Oh how vivid the scenes are; Friends I used to have; A boy I used to love; Places that were important to us; Feelings that were only spoken of in whispers.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one that has these dreams. Do my old friends have similar dreams? Does the boy I used to love think of me in passing? Do they still hold the same places close to their heart? Will the feelings that hide in the depths of their hearts creep out unexpectedly, as mine do so often?
Maybe I’m just happy imagining us all happy in a time that never happened. A time that my friends and I never drifted apart. A time where I didn’t run from how I felt towards that boy I loved. A time of constant visits to that park down the road; the one where we used to play together in the summer. A time when saying what was on our minds was as simple as thinking it.
