Dream #938
Somehow we end up at the same party. You’re wearing something stunning. And he’s there. Your boyfriend. We spot each other. It’s all very brief.
We jump to a friend’s place. It’s small. I’m standing for some reason. Now I’m not sure if you know im there or not. I think you do. But you’re falling asleep in the other room. Your new boyfriend watches TV on the couch across from me. His shirt is unbuttoned and he’s got this great chest. Me? Just the hair but everything else, not so much. He extends his hand with a smile. I shake it.
“Hi, I’m ( ).”
“Hi, I’m ( ).”
His palm is sweaty and I know immediately his touch has nothing on mine. But it doesnt matter. Right now, you’re his.
Suddenly, he’s in the next room with you, sitting up in bed while you lay by his side. The door’s cracked open and the light is on. He knows I see you two and so do you, but you turn over in denial, your dress riding up a bit showing your amazing legs through black stockings. All the while, you caress his hand.
A lapse in time and all three of us are awkwardly standing outside. I can see my breath. It’s cold but I’m sweating. He asks me how long I’m going to live where I’m living. I start to answer and you take off running. Both of you. I think to myself, “My god, she’s running away with him in front of me. I brought this on myself.”
But you weren’t running from me. You were late for one of many marathon runs. It made me wonder what other skills you’ve picked up in thee past six months. Now, you’re alone. I jump the track and chase after you, heart thumping out of my chest. I push myself as hard as I can. You know I’m chasing you but like in reality, you make me work for it. You don’t slow down. All these months of running I’ve been doing to clear my head pay off. I catch up to you. I reach out and touch you. You slow down just enough for me to turn you towards me. You stop! YES! I bring you in so close. Oh god, even the fraction of sparks I feel now are cathartic. You cry. I choke up. “This may be my only chance to ever touch her again,” I think to myself. “Give her all you got.”
I tell you the first thing that comes to mind, so softly; so clearly, so genuinely: “I have more love for you than anyone in my life. Always.”
I kiss your neck and hold you so tight. It’s fucking bliss. We haven’t done this since April and it’s all I’ve wanted since and before.
You put a hand to my chest… and gently push me away, sniffling as you do it. You continue running.
I’m catching up to you, love.
