Dreams

Last night I laid in bed and encountered my first dream of you. We gravitated towards each other like a magnet to metal. The thought of those blue eyes being mine again was almost to much to handle, but then out of no where the dream shattered. My cell phone rang, dragging me helplessly through the clouded heaven back to the earthly reality of my bed, of being alone.

Its so strange that while we were together I never understood, never thought deeply into things, but now that your lost to me, I find myself aching for what we almost had. This is the consequence to my mistake, I am well aware of this fact. And don't get me wrong, I know it would never have worked out in the long run, but the thought of "what if" still flashes in my mind like a digital clock after a power outage. You were the epitome of perfection, you knew exactly how to treat a girl, your only problem was you didn't pull on my heart strings in the right rhythm.

Dreams, the moments that your mind wants you to experience. Waking up, a flash of pain, and the defogging of the clouded bliss that filled your mind seconds before.