Forty too many

I dreamt of you last night. I tried to remember what my dream was, but I couldn’t. I tried to stay asleep but I had to wake up eventually. I told myself that I want to remember everything we did and hold on to the undeniable chemistry between us. I kept on telling myself not to forget when I woke up.

As reality slowly stirred, I began to forget the dream. A few hours past and I forgot the details all together. I forgot how happy we were and the things we did. You'’re nothing but a distant memory now. You'’re but a faint thought that I can’t seem to grasp. Not even a hazy image remains, just an unmistakable feeling of something that must have happened sometime, somewhere.

I had dreams about you last night. It was one of the happiest times of my life. I’m afraid it won’t happen anymore. Now I’m about to fall asleep again. And I’m hoping that I can see you there, ‘cause I can’t see you when I’m awake. I'’m hoping that when I fall asleep, when I dream, I can be with you. At least a part of me is with you, spends time with you, and is loved by you. I can'’t wait to be with you, even if I forget. I'’ll have the idea of a memory where something magical must have happened, somewhere, sometime, somehow.

I am a fool chasing dreams. I'’ll be happy to chase all these dreams, and keep on hoping that one day they will become real.

I want to say that I love and that I miss you, but I'’m saying that to the girl in my dreams and not to you.